#there wasn't room for a ton of chest hair in here but I got a bit in!

[kissohee]

virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 2k+ ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; after being together for so long, you would think you've already done everything in the books, but there's only one you haven't done yet. and that's sex. warnings; anton is bigger than reader, extremely lighthearted, mentions of masturbation, anton is big, dry humping, protected sex, they cum quickly

"You've got to see this video," Anton barges into your room, throwing his bag on your floor, "It's seriously the cutest thing ever." You look up at him from where you were sitting on your bed, moving your laptop off your lap and onto your desk next to you. "What is it?" "Cats. Two of them." He hands you his phone, kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, "I won't spoil it."

When you started dating Anton around a year ago, you knew his love and affection also came with cute animal videos. He sees a cute animal, he sends it right to you. Might even add a text saying "Us" or "You" but he's never saved them to show you in person. You watch the video nonetheless, it being a video about a cat who fell in love with another cat, even having kittens, and the rest of the video is just cute clips of them two. "It's us." Anton looks at you with a cheesy smile when you hand him his phone back. "It's very cute but, 'Ton..." You tilt your head, "You came here to show me a video of cats?" Anton didn't exactly live close by to where you did, so it was very rare when he came over. "Well," His head sinks into his shoulders, "I wanted an excuse to see you." You pull the blanket off of you and open your arms for him to accept your hug. Despite his big figure, he wraps his arms around your waist and lays on top of you. "You never need an excuse to see me, you know that.." He digs his head into your chest, and you bring a hand up to run fingers through his hair. "You missed me?" "Mmhmm.." He nods gently to not disturb your hand and he looks up at you. "I missed you too." Is all you're able to say before Anton lifts himself up to kiss you. You instantly reciprocate the kiss and hold his face in your hands.

Despite being together for so long, all you and Anton have ever done was make out. And even though each make out gets progressively more and more desperate and needy, you guys never put too much thought into having sex. It came up only a few times, and one was because because you guys were watching a movie that had a sex scene. You were holding Anton in your arms and he quietly mentioned it. "Do you think we'll ever have sex?" Anton was never the type to openly talk about things he wanted, so the fact that he said even something as simple as that shocked you. "Do you want to?" You always believed that it would happen when it happens, and you knew he felt the same way. "Not right now.." His eyes glued on the movie, "But eventually." The second time it came up was when he got his first boner with you. It happened during your first heated make out session. It was the first time he ever made you moan, and that was when he was leaving hickeys all around your neck and chest. You had felt him grow under you, nervous that if you brought it up you'd scare him. "Anton..?" He paused his actions and when he finally caught up with his dick he lightly pushed you off of him, covering it with his hands. "Oh my god," You heard panic in his voice, "I'm so sorry." His reaction made you hold back a laugh, "Why are you sorry?" His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." You both sat there in silence, and when Anton realized it wasn't going down any time soon, he excused himself to go to your bathroom and jack off. He felt so embarrassed by it that he refused to see you for an entire week. And it wasn't until you promised him that you weren't repulsed by him, that he started to see you again. That day never came up again, and Anton was very cautious about making out ever since.

But right now he was too busy focusing on the way your mouth feels on his, his mind full of just you. He sits up to be more comfortable and stops kissing you when he can't, "Can we switch places.? I don't want to sit on you and crush you." He lightly jokes, making you giggle. "I don't mind if you crush me, goliath." He rolls his eyes at the teasing nickname and moves hair on your face behind your ear. "I like it better when you're sitting on me though," He says through a pout, and you find it too cute to say no to. It's your turn to roll your eyes and he wipes a little bit of saliva off your bottom lip before getting off of you. He hooks your legs around his waist, allowing your chest to press against his as you kiss him again. "Better?" You run your fingers through his hair while going back to kissing him. "Mmm.. Much better." He replies, softly moaning when you bite his lip, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. When you tug on the bottom of his shirt, he immedeatly takes it off. Sure, you've seen Anton without his shirt before, he is a swimmer after all. But it has never been in the contents of the bedroom, which made even something as small as that make your stomach turn. You decide to lift your shirt off of you, making Anton stare at the way your breasts sit in your bra. He grabs the back of them, about to unclasp them before looking at you, "Can I take this off?" You nod and watch as your bra falls on the bed, finally feeling the cold air. Anton's eyes study every part of your breasts, "Can I touch them?" "Please.." This was your first time ever being exposed like this in front of someone, but you trusted Anton a lot so slowly the nervousness left your body. His fingers make contact with your skin, softly squeezing them, looking up at you with a small smile. When he drags his fingers along your sensitive nipple, you let out a soft moan, making him do it again. The sounds you were making going straight to his cock, causing him to rub upwards. The feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed pussy making you both moan. You continue to grind down on him, matching the speed of his hands working your breasts until he stops, "I-.. I'm gon' cum in my pants if we continue.." Neither of you want to stop, and the air in the room is noticeably different. "What do you want to do?" "I want," He pauses, thinking about what to say, "I need to be inside of you."

You know you're ready, you know you both are. You just wished you guys talked it out beforehand, cause you sadly don't have condoms just laying around. " 'Ton.. I don't have any.. you know." "Hold on," He softly lifted you off of him and grabbed his bag on the floor. After rummaging around it for a minute, he pulled out a box of condoms. He took one out and when went back to you, he realized you were looking at him suspiciously. "What?" "You just... carry condoms around?" You try to hold back a laugh at the thought of Anton casually walking around like that. "Just in case," He says shyly, "For moments like these." He takes the condom out and when he hooks his finger under the waiste band of his pants, he hesitates, "Look away." "Look away?" You raise an eyebrow at him, "No, I am absolutely looking." "Fine." He sighs defeatedly, "But don't say anything." When he removes his pants, his bulge looks bigger under his boxers. You watch as he removes the last piece of clothing, his cock hitting his stomach and your heart sinks. He's big. Like really big. Bigger than you thought, and this was a problem considering you're a virgin too. There was no way he was fitting. There's pre cum leaking from his tip, and your first instinct is to use your finger to wipe it off. He reacts almost immedeatly, squeezing his eyes at the feeling. You remove your pajama pants, showing the cute lace panties you had on. It just so happened to be a coincidence that you were wearing one of your nice panties, taking that as the final sign that this was supposed to happen. "Can I-?" Is all he says before you grab his hands and lead them to you. He hooks a finger around your panties before slowly pulling them down, revealing your dripping pussy. Anton moves his finger through your folds, playing with your arousal on his fingers, "You're so wet.." "Anton.... please." Beg filling your eyes and he softly kisses you before he moves his attention back on the condom he didn't put on, taking it and placing it on his cock. He lifts himself over you, one hand on your waist, the other busy aligning himself with your cunt. You feel his tip enter you slowly, "Is that okay?" You nod, grabbing his hand when you feel him push in just a little more. His fingers interlock with yours, squeezing them when he enters you fully. A whimper escaping his lips from how tight you feel around him. "Fuck..'Ton... You're huge.." You moan from the feeling of you being full, you were surprised he fit, though you give all props to your wetness. Your comment making his face flush full red, he honestly never put much thought into his size. He rests his head on your shoulder, afraid to move in case it hurts you. When you've gotten used to the feeling of him inside you, you caress his hand with your thumb, "You can move." "Fuck," Is all he can muster out when he thrusts into you. The way you feel around him makes him feel like he's on cloud 9. His cock reaching places inside of you that you didn't even know could be reached. Biting your lip, you squeeze his hand the same way he did earlier when he thrusts in a slightly faster pace. Anton's eyes were glued to the way your breasts bounced with each time he entered inside of you, "Y-you're so beautiful.. all of you.."

You wrap your arms around him so he's close enough for you to be able to kiss him. His soft voice louder now that he was closer, making you able to hear him clearly. From the way Anton's moans were coming out, you could tell he was getting closer and closer to release. So you let go of his hand to bring it between you guys, rubbing your clit to the pace of Anton's thrusts. When sees, he replaces your hand with his. His thumb moving in circles with applied pressure. You felt a knot grow in your stomach, moving your hips up to match his causing him to even deeper. "I-I'm gon- cum.." "We'll cu-cum together, o-okay?" He suggests and you nod. You feel Anton's thrusts become sporadic, and you can tell he's struggling to keep up with the pace. "Cum." You feel intense pleasure grow before you reach your orgasm, moaning out his name as loud as you can. He cums too, and you can tell by the way his hips twitch against you, small "I love you, I love you so much," coming from his lips. You both lay there, catching your breaths as you give him a hug with as much energy that is left in your body. He finally pulls out, removing the condom and he looks it before looking at you and softly laughs. "Can't believe we just did that." "It hurt like a bitch at first," You reciprocate the laugh and you see concern enter his face. "Oh it does, right.." He kisses your forehead, "I'm sorry princess. We will have to work on the size difference, huh?" "I think we already did," You caress his cheek softly before patting him on the back, "Buckle up baby, we are doing that again."

antons been on my mind recently.. did NOT mean to make this as long as it ended up being.. - 🐠

[teddynivvy]

kinktober day 15 - hate fucking with ted nivison

warnings: you and ted are exes, smoking, afab!reader

seeing ted across the crowded room at one of schlatt's parties was not particularly surprising, given that you still had tons of mutual friends, and refused to miss a good party. when you spotted him though, you held eye contact, watching his eyes fall up and down your body before he went back to flirting with the girl in front of him. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your solo cup off the counter, before heading outside to the patio.

the air was cold, given it was mid-october, and the smoke you pulled from your cigarette blew into the wind. your nipples were showing through your tight t-shirt, and you barely looked up when you heard the patio door open and shut behind you. it wasn't until you felt his presence that you realized it was ted, reaching for the cigarette between your fingers. "why are you here?" you asked, yanking it back from him, and putting it between your lips. you leaned on the railing, noticing his presence above you, as he blew the smoke out. "why wouldn't i be here? schlatt's my best friend, if you remember."

you scoffed at him before handing him the rest of the cig, pushing past to go into the crowded apartment. "well, have fun with your new toy over there," you motioned to the girl ted had left in the corner, staring down into her drink. "seems you moved on."

you felt ted's hand around your wrist, pulling you towards him. "can we talk about this somewhere else? before you piss me off?" ted rarely got mad, hardly even annoyed, so you were a little surprised at his tone.

he pulled you up the stairs into schlatt's bedroom, closing the door behind him. he had a rather imposing presence, as you felt the backs of your knees hit the soft mattress below you. "what do you want, ted? you broke up with me, remember..." you sighed, looking up at him. his large hand came down to cup your face, before pulling you in for an aggressive kiss. you pulled away immediately, your hand coming to his chest to push him away. "fuck you," you spat. "leave me alone. i fucking hate you."

the way you were looking at him only made him more brazen, as his lips crashed into yours. the sweet taste of cigarettes and tequila felt like home, as you let it get the better of you and collapsed onto the mattress. within seconds, your clothes were in a heap on the floor, your ankles hooked around ted's waist as he pawed at the flesh of your ass.

"i thought you hated me," he laughed, positioning his cock at your ready entrance. you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself, before pressing your foreheads together. "i fucking do, you're the worst," you laughed, before a pathetic whimper left your lips. his cock filled you up in the most perfect way, as he latched onto the side of your neck to suck a deep purple hickey into the sensitive skin there.

"oh, god," you breathed out, trying to fight the orgasm that was building quickly. one thing about ted was that he always knew the exact right spot to rut against you so that your clit was getting the perfect amount of friction, leading you immediately to the most perfect orgasms. a sharp sting of his ringed hand on your ass made you yelp, his chain dangling in your face, as he looked down at you. you could still make out his soft brown eyes in the dim light, pink lips that you missed kissing, and it almost made you miss him.

"can i come in you?" he asked, softly, before kissing the soft underside of your jaw. your eyes were hazy, orgasm coming quickly, and you couldn't help but yearn to feel him fill you up one more time. "y-yeah, fuck, just don't stop doing that. please." you kept him close in as he kept his punishing pace, your climax coming at the same time as his, while your lips connected in a passionate kiss. your hands found his hair, tugging on it lightly as you moaned his name into his mouth over and over, feeling his warm cum spill inside of you.

while you came down together and caught your breath, you didn't know what to do. the man that had broken your heart only a few months prior laid next to you, soft pink cheeks and the same goofy smile you fell in love with, and you felt conflicted. when his warm brown eyes met yours, and he interlocked his fingers with yours once more, you felt yourself smile. "do you still hate me?" a giggle escaped your lips. "a little. we might have to do that a few more times."

[pygmi-cygni]

Hello Pygmi! I wasn't sure if your requests were currently open, but nonetheless, I was wondering if you could possibly write a Moon Boys x fem reader, where the reader has both ADHD and BPD.

If you feel uncomfortable with any of this, then please feel free to ignore.

That aside, I hope you have an outstanding day.

Cheers! 💞

for sure my requests are open!! also I did a bunch of research on bpd and I really hope that it isn't inaccurate PLEASE tell me (respectfully) if it isn't!! obv every experience is different so I tried to make it as general as possible.

content: angst with a HAPPY ENDING GUYS we have happy endings here ok? mentions of mental illness, hurt/comfort, fluff, insecurity, healthy relationship dynamics ftw, afab reader and very sweet cuddles

(I made it sad I'm sorry, oops but it is fluffy, dw)

It was one of those days. A little drizzly out, cold fog still curling around your ankles. It made the boys' hair curl wonderfully, little dewy drops of condensation sparkling on their waves. Although it did feel like a wet dog when Steven smashed his face in your neck for a hug.

"Steven, honey, you're soaked," you shrieked, flinching from the wet sensation. He laughed, shaking out his hair.

"Sorry, but the bus got stopped up so I thought I'd walk," he said sheepishly, hanging his sopping coat over the radiator. You wrinkled your nose at the water pooling on the floor.

These were your favorite days; nothing to do, nowhere to go, just a nice rainy day with a cozy flat. There was leftover soup in the fridge - Marc had taken to meal planning so you didn't stress about making dinner. You'd gotten all the laundry done during a hyperactive period where you speed-cleaned the whole apartment (you'd set a record, a little less than two hours!). You were exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sit on the couch and watch television.

Steven, now changed into warm, dry clothes, poured himself a cup of tea.

"Hey, love, Jake wants to go grab somethin' for his car, but we'll be back soon, yeah? Just a few brake pads or whatever," he explained, catching your tense expression. You thumbed the ring on your finger.

"Can you text?" you offered. He nodded around a mouthful of Earl Grey.

"Sure, love, we'll be back in a bit." He pressed a warm kiss to your cheek and ducked out the door, Jake's hat tucked under his arm.

You took a deep breath and counted to ten, reminding yourself of Steven's promise. It was really nice how the trio had stepped to with communication. You felt a little over-attached sometimes, but Steven put in a ton of effort to keep you in the loop.

Pulling a blanket from the dryer, you curled up on the sofa and drifted off to the sound of a movie.

You woke later to a still empty flat. Frowning, you turned off the television and sat up. The lights in the kitchen were still off, Jake's jacket and hat were still gone.

Why hadn't they come back yet? Surely it had been long enough.

You slipped on a pair of socks and padded through the flat, peeking in every room. You didn't want to call out in fear that the boys might have just gone to bed, but it appeared you were alone in the flat. Huh. Okay. Well.

A little agitated knot began to grow in your chest. Deep breaths. Small problem, this is a small problem. He's fine. Probably just a long line at the store.

Feeling a stronger rush of adrenaline, you went to the kitchen and pulled out a few ingredients. You'd bake something while you waited. It helped take your mind off his absence and also, you were hungry.

two cups of flour, half of sugar. a bit of salt. You hummed a song while you measured, laser focused on the mixing bowl.

one teaspoon of-oh. Steven said he'd text if something happened. Dropping the spoon, you rummaged around the couch cushions until you grabbed your phone.

No messages. You refreshed the app and got the same answer. Chewing your lip, you hovered over the bowl of half-mixed ingredients. should I reach out? don't wanna intrude, maybe they've got some Khonshu work.

Nevermind that. You should just finish the snack. Muffins were a good choice - you could eat them tomorrow for breakfast. There were bananas getting old on the counter, so in they went.

half of the batter with chocolate chips, half without. Jake always made sure to put a note on your recipe so you didn't forget. He liked the chocolate on the side.

The oven timer ticked down as you waited, licking the spatula clean. It was very late now.

it wouldn't hurt to reach out. You typed out something quick and finished the batter remnants.

hi love, hope you and the boys come home soon. x

You'd sent it to the group thread so that they'd all see it, no matter who was fronting.

The rain had started up again, but now the thrumming was irritating. Your agitation built, and you tugged at the hem of your shirt. laundry. do some laundry.

Yanking the hamper from the closet, you shoved all the darks into the small washer and slammed it closed. The heavy thud-thud-slosh-thud-thud echoed in the empty flat. The emptiness was tearing at your nerves.

You hadn't missed anything. No anniversaries, no dates, no meetings. All the errands were done. The big chores were done. Nothing big at work for Steven or you.

"Why isn't he home?" you huffed, pacing in front of the door. He said he'd be an hour. He promised-

it's okay. if he wanted to reach out, he would. they all would.

did he not wanna talk to you?

That idea send a cold sheen of sweat over your arms. Shuffling to the couch, you curled under the duvet and shivered. No, it wasn't that. Steven kissed you goodbye and promised. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and burrowed into the faint smell of Jake's cologne. Maybe he'd be here when you woke up.

Sleep did not want to come out, apparently. You tossed and turned for a while, ate a muffin, went back to the couch, ate another muffin.

It had been two hours before you heard Jake's muffled car door slam.

Your eyes were achy and tired, and a buzzing adrenaline headache had been thrumming at your ears.

Jake was halfway through the door when you yanked him inside.

"Hey, ba-"

"Why didn't you text?" You stared at him, eyes searching his surprised face. He blinked, slowly shutting the door and removing his hat. Grease was smeared on his forehead.

"I'm...sorry, baby, I got real busy," he said genuinely, pulling you in for a short kiss. You scowled and pulled back.

"But...but Steven said you'd text if something happened."

"Okay-"

"You didn't," you emphasized, flexing your hands anxiously. Jake paused, taking in your haggard expression. Realizing the issue, he set down the bag of supplies and gently tugged you forward.

"Hey," he whispered, rubbing his hands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry, amor. I didn't mean to let time get away from me, and it did."

"But-"

"I'm sorry I scared you, but me and the two were perfectly safe the whole time. I'd never intentionally shut you out, okay?" Jake looked at you again, eyes wide and sweet. He rubbed your cheek, the soft leather of his gloves grounding you.

"I'll remember next time. Look, I'll put a note in my phone." Still wrapping you tight to his chest, Jake set a reminder, letting you watch him type it out. txt when leaving.

Your irritation quelled, leaving behind a small inkling of shame. You curled into his shirt, still damp from the rain. Jake shucked his jacked and pressed a kiss to your hair. Out of the boys, he was the best at handling little escalations. He held you for a bit, casually stroking your head with his warm hands.

"Did you make something?" He asked, catching a whiff of the banana bread. You nodded, gesturing to the kitchen. Tugging you softly behind him, Jake grabbed a muffin and took a massive bite.

"it'sh good," he mumbled around crumbs, wagging his dark eyebrows. You smiled tiredly, feeling better already. He bumped your shoulder and flopped on the couch. His socks didn't match, you noticed, curling up into his side.

The silence wasn't so bad now that you could hold him. Jake's heart beat steadily under your ear, warm and soothing. He continued rubbing your back comfortingly. The muffin was gone, but the two of you still sat in silence. Sleep tugged on your shirtsleeves, and you were tempted to just pass out on his chest.

Jake nudged your nose with his thumb, tilting your chin up.

"Hey, c'mere," he said gently, pulling you up to his face. You averted his gaze, feeling shy from your earlier outburst. Jake squeezed you a little tighter, poking your sides until you squirmed and bit back a grin.

"I'm sorry," he said, eyes soft and warm. You met his gaze then, fighting through the awkardness. At his crooked smile, you melted, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"It's okay," you said, half-smiling back. Once he saw you relax, Jake's face broke into a bigger, crookeder grin.

"Oh, you can do better than that."

Diving forward, he smothered your face in light, sweet kisses. You giggled, shoving his chest back onto the cushions. The adorable attack lasted a few minutes, until your cheeks were pink and you were laying on top of him. Still laughing breathlessly, you snuggled tighter, taking a deep breath of his detergent.

Your hands laced together and you kissed him again, slower. Jake hummed, soft lips sucking gently on your tongue. He tasted sweet and tart, like...

"Did you go to the farmer's market?" You said accusingly, eyes narrowing. "You taste like danishes."

His eyes widened, caught in the act. "No! I ate a muffin, is all," he covered, cheekily kissing you again. His diversion did not work against your detective skills.

"No, you taste like cherries-"

"Amor, would I lie to you?" He said in mock offense, hand braced to his chest. Snorting, you made a move for the bags in the kitchen.

"Yes. Yes, you would," you poked out your tongue, causing him to stick his out right back. Your hand just brushed the edge of a pastry bag, when-

Shrieking, Jake scooped you off your feet, twirling you back to the couch and attacking your ribs. His warm hands were ticklish against your soft sides, and you quaked with laughter.

Dissolving into giggles, you both fought over the last pastry, cut in the shape of a heart.

I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE IT TOO SAD! also sorry for taking so long!!!!!!

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[frickingnerd]

if i could rewind time, i'd do it all again

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: you're stuck in a time loop, the events of october fourth repeating again and again. but are you able to defy fate and save shinjiro?

tags: lots of death, a ton of angst, a good amount of fluff too, obvious spoilers for october fourth, timeloops, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i teared up twice while writing this– this is the oneshot i'm proudest of so far, so i hope this performs well 👉🏻👈🏻 if you liked it, consider reblogging and commenting!

when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you, you only wished for one thing: to rewind time and save him!

it was an unrealistic wish, you knew that. it was a wish you never thought would be granted to you.

but when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october again. you could hear shinjiro's voice outside of your room, yelling at you to finally wake up and come outside. and suddenly you knew that your wish was granted. you've got a second chance!

“h-hey, let go of me! what's gotten into you?”

you had rushed out of your room and pulled shinjiro into a tight hug, almost squeezing him to death yourself. of course, shinjiro had no idea what was going on. and yet, he reciprocates the hug, while you sobbed in his arms.

“i'm just… so glad you're here”

shinjiro gently held you, as you cried. his fingers moved through your hair, gently stroking it. being so close to him made you realize that this wasn't a dream. shinjiro was alive! at least, for now.

“i need you to do me a favour…”

when you stopped crying, you pulled away and looked up at shinjiro. there was so much determination in your eyes that he wondered what had gotten into you. shinjiro had never seen you like this before.

“whatever you do, don't leave the building today. just… please, stay here with me!”

if shinjiro never left, he couldn't run into takaya. he'd survive and you would've been the one who saved him.

“you're acting strange…”

shinjiro wanted to know more. he wanted to know why he wasn't allowed to leave. clearly, something was going on. but you didn't seem ready to tell him, so he didn't ask.

“just today, got it? akihiko is going to kill me, if he finds out i let you skip school…”

shinjiro chuckled and rolled his eyes, only for you to quickly smack his arm and glare at him with tears in your eyes.

“don't even joke about that–!”

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you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't rest until october fourth and the dark hour were over. yet here you were, having fallen asleep in shinjiro's room. or rather, you just woke up after having dozed off.

shinjiro and you had been watching movies in his room all day, but somewhere along it you must've fallen asleep. it was close to midnight now, but when you looked around the room, rubbing your eyes sleepily, shinjiro was nowhere to be found.

you panicked, quickly jumping up and running downstairs. despite crying out his name and knocking on every door, you couldn't find him. shinjiro had left the building. and there was only one place he could be…

when you got there, things had planned out just like they did the first time around. shinjiro's lifeless body was laying in the ground, with holes in his chest. akihiko and ken were both by his side, crying. despite having gotten another chance, you had failed. shinjiro died again, because you couldn't prevent it!

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, but there were no signs left of that anymore. it was as if last night had never happened. as if this was the first time it was october fourth.

“let's go on a trip! just the two of us~!”

you had met shinjiro in the hallway. unlike the last time, you weren't crying when you saw him. instead, there was a bright smile on your lips, as you tried to look completely carefree.

“you do realize you have to go to school, right?”

shinjiro was clearly perplexed by your request, but you were very keen on going on that trip with him. after all, if you could keep him out of town, he wouldn't die. you could save him this time!

“pretty please! i'm never asking you for anything, so just do me this one favour!”

“you ask me for things all the time!”

shinjiro groaned, but when you wouldn't give up, he finally sighed and agreed to it.

“fine, but you'll take the blame if we get in trouble with akihiko or mitsuru because of this...”

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shinjiro and you never made it out of town. shortly after you bought your train tickets, all train rides got canceled. you remained at the train station, hoping that you could still take a later train out of town. but it seemed like some high power wanted to prevent you from leaving this place.

“we should just go home… it's getting late and we're already in enough trouble, if akihiko and mitsuru found out we skipped school…”

shinjiro got up from the bench inside the train station. it was already dark outside and barely anyone was around anymore. everyone had given up, except for the two of you.

“n-no, just… five more minutes, please!”

you were desperate to leave. you couldn't admit that this had all been for nothing. and just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, a familiar voice rung out.

“if it isn't my two favorite S.E.E.S. members~!”

you would recognize his voice anywhere: takaya sakaki, the man that had killed shinjiro.

“get behind me!”

shinjiro protectively stepped in front of you, as he recognized takaya. you were frozen in shock, unable to say or do anything. you could only watch, as takaya pulled out his gun. and once again, he shot shinjiro.

“n-no… this wasn't supposed to happen…”

shinjiro laid in front of you once more, completely lifeless. you couldn't move. even when takaya had shot him, you could only stand frozen in shock and watch. he didn't even bother to shoot you too. as if he knew you wouldn't even try to fight back. as if you couldn't fight back.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you couldn't even remember how you got back to the dorms. or perhaps, you never did. last night hadn't happened, after all.

“you want to do… what?”

“run away with me, please–!”

the trains wouldn't work, so perhaps if you simply ran away with shinjiro, you could get him out of town. you could keep him away from takaya and make sure he survived the day.

“you're being weird…”

shinjiro didn't even take you seriously. he simply rolled his eyes and turned away. but you wouldn't give up that easily.

“i know that i sound insane… but you need to trust me. please, i– i need to leave town–!”

you clung to shinjiro's sleeve, preventing the boy from leaving. shinjiro turned around, quietly staring at you. eventually, he sighed softly.

“grab your things, we're leaving in twenty minutes!”

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shinjiro and you had been walking all day. the trains had once again all been canceled. you could barely feel your feet anymore, but you continued to walk. you were on the edge of town and the sun had just begun to sink. only a few more hours and you'd be safe! shinjiro would be safe…

“aren't you tired?”

shinjiro was clearly exhausted himself, but he didn't want to complain. he still didn't know why you were leaving town, but he knew things were serious. you wouldn't have begged him to come with you otherwise.

“i-i'm fine…!”

you didn't want shinjiro to notice how exhausted you were. he shouldn't have to worry about you. he was the one in danger, afterall. not you.

“you're lying!”

shinjiro sighed and stopped.

“you haven't eaten all day. please, let me buy you something. i don't want you to collapse!”

your eyes wandered towards the sky. the sun was still barely visible on the horizon, yet the moon already loomed over it. almost as if to remind you that time was running out soon.

“f-fine, i think we can take a small break!”

shinjiro smiled softly and nodded.

“wait here, i'll buy us something!”

on the other side of the road was a small bakery. surely, the two of you could buy something there, that you could eat while walking.

“do you want a bun with bean paste or–”

shinjiro turned around, glancing over his shoulder and calling out to you, as he crossed the street. but in that short moment he didn't look, a car came rushing towards him. you could barely even register what was happening, before shinjiro's lifeless body laid in front of you once more.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you hadn't returned to the dorms last night, yet here you were again, waking up in your own bed.

outside of your door, you could hear shinjiro yell at you to wake up and get out of your room. he was still alive. but you knew it wouldn't be for much longer. sometime during october fourth, he'd die. whether takaya killed him or something else. shinjiro aragaki was destined to die. you knew he would die from the start. so why were you crying now? you should've always known this is how things would end. that you couldn't save him.

“hey… why are you crying?”

shinjiro had entered your room without you even noticing. he quickly walked up to your bed and pulled you into a tight hug. but you couldn't even reply or react to him. you felt so numb after everything that happened those last few days.

“if you're not ready to tell me… then i won't force you!” shinjiro quietly whispered. “but just know, that i'm here for you. i want to help you, even if it's just by distracting you with some movies and ice cream…”

you softly nodded. perhaps, it would be okay to just watch movies for a day. perhaps you didn't have to try to save shinjiro. he was destined to die, but he still returned to you every time. so would it be that bad to just enjoy the time you had with him…?

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. the morning after that, it was the fourth of october as well. and the mornings after that, it was the fourth of october too. every day was the fourth of october.

shinjiro died every day. but in a way, he never did. you gave up on trying to save him a few october fourth's ago. why should you waste your time trying to delay the inevitable, when instead you could spend your days with shinjiro? the two of you had went to eat ice cream, watched every movie in cinemas, played laser tag, went to the arcade and did everything this town had to offer! you were happy! right…? you don't actually want to let him go, do you? isn't this exactly the life you wanted to live? by shinjiro's side? so why were you slowly starting to have doubts…?

“are you happy?”

shinjiro's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“are you happy with this life we are living?”

you suddenly began to feel uneasy.

where was this coming from?

“what are you talking about, shinj~?”

you tried to smile, but it looked forced. this wasn't a genuine smile. you couldn't even fool yourself.

“i think it's time you let go of me…”

shinjiro gently reached his hand out towards you, but you flinched and pulled away from him. he wasn't supposed to say that! he wasn't supposed to question anything. he was supposed to be happy! YOU were supposed to be happy!

“i wanted to make this easier for you. i wanted you to make some more memories with me, but i think we are running out of time…”

you began to tear up. you tried so hard to keep that fake smile on your lips and to keep your eyes dry. but you couldn't act like you were okay any longer.

“i don't want to lose you, shinjiro… not again.”

“i wish i could stay with you, but i don't think i have a choice…”

shinjiro reached out his hand towards you once more. this time you allowed him to take your hand. he gently held it and smiled at you softly as he spoke.

“you know what happens tonight, right?”

you nodded quietly.

“i'll die once more during the dark hour. but this time, it'll be my last time. after that, you'll have to manage without me…”

shinjiro hated the thought of leaving you behind. but he trusted you and the other members of S.E.E.S. to take care of yourselves. akihiko and mitsuru would be there to comfort you, when he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

“i don't want to let you die, shinjiro…”

you firmly squeezed his hand, wanting to hold on to him for as long as you still could.

“but… i'm glad i had at least a bit more time with you. the time i spent with you was the happiest of my life…”

shinjiro smiled and nodded softly.

“mine too…”

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when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you that night, you knew he wouldn't return to you anymore. that the two of you had used up all the time that was left. but that time had eventually run out.

all the members of S.E.E.S. were by your side that night. while you had felt so utterly alone the previous nights, there was a strange sense of comfort, knowing that you weren't the only one grieving. everyone felt the same way as you. they were all grieving the loss of their friend and teammate. but perhaps in grieving together, you could help make things easier for each other…

when you returned to the dorms that night, it was completely quiet. there were no more tears left to cry. you fell into bed, still wearing your school uniform. perhaps if you'd wake up, things would start all over again. though you weren't sure if this was what you even wanted anymore.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fifth of october.

[doveabovetheworld]

“We’ve Got Time”

Ashton Irwin x F!Reader

Summary; After one of his concerts, Ashton had a lot more on his mind than just saying hi to you.

Warnings; pure filth, NSFW, pet names (baby, love, beautiful, etc.), name calling, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, praise, kinda rough sex, oral (f receiving), dom Ashton, sub reader, semi-public sex, 18+ Minors DNI, cursing, dirty talk

A/N; So... After months of not posting things on here, I decided I’d post the first filthy fic of this blog for Smutember. I suck at writing smut but I swear it’ll get better eventually. Just bare with me, please! Anyways, I have tons of stuff I’m working on so I’ll be doing what I can to post a lot more.

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“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled breathlessly into your ear quietly, but enough for you to hear him, as his hands wandered to your hips and pulled you in closer towards him.

The back dressing room wasn't the most ideal spot in the world for what was about to happen but god did Ashton look good after playing a show.

He came into the dressing room all sweaty and giddy as you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come in so you could praise him about how well he played but your plans were immediately interrupted when Ash came into the room.

Once he saw you, he gave the cutest smile and ran over to you, giving you the biggest bear hug ever. His curly, honey-blonde, almost brunette, hair was dripping with sweat as well as his whole body.

“Oh my god, Y/N, that was an amazing show!” He said in excitement as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug.

“You guys did amazing, love!” You said with just the same amount of excitement in your voice, “Seriously, I loved it.”

Ashton gave a tiny laugh and. pulled away just the tiniest bit and smiled at you, saying, “Well I’m happy you enjoyed it as well… Hey, y’know, I may have an idea.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well… maybe we could have some post-show fun. Just the two of us.”

You blushed as you realized what he was hinting at. You and him always have had a very experimental mindset when it came to the sexual part of your guy’s relationship so doing something more intimate in semi-public areas wasn’t anything new to you.

“You don’t need to if you don’t want to, hun…” Ash said in a kind and soft tone. He was always so gentle…

“No, no… I’d like to. You know I’m up for just about anything… It’s just that I’m worried that someone will come in.”

“Baby, we’ve got time, trust me. If you don't want to, we don't have to. I can wait.”

You stood there in thought for a moment and then looked back at him.

“Fuck it…”

One thing led to another and now here you are. Making out in the back dressing room with Ashton right after one of his shows, in which ANYONE can walk in. It was scary but exciting at the same time. You didn’t know exactly how to feel.

You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you down onto the couch with him. The way his lips on yours made you feel so ecstatic and when you sat on his lap, you could already feel yourself, and him, getting aroused.

His hands wandered from your hips to the bottom of your shirt, slightly tugging at it. He wanted to see you. All of you.

“Ash, are you sure?” You asked in a somewhat breathy voice.

He nodded and left small kisses on your neck, making you squirm a bit, before he spoke, “Yeah… Who cares? No one’s gonna walk in.”

You held onto him a bit tighter and ran your hands through his hair, letting him know it was okay. With one eager motion, he took your top off leaving you half naked on top of him.

The look on his face was enough to get you more of him. He looked like he was practically drooling as his eyes wandered all along your body. He’s seen this part of you so many times but every time he worships you as if he’s never going to see you again.

He left a trail of wet kisses down from your neck to your chest, taking in every moment of this he could.

It took your breath away. All of it did. The feeling of his kisses on your skin, the look in his eyes, his hands holding you on his waist, all of it. You couldn’t help but let out tiny, breathy moans as he kissed and worshiped your body.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous… You are,” He said in a low and rough voice, making chills go down your spine.

You looked at him with doe eyes and smiled. His little compliments always made you happy. They always made you feel good…

“Yeah, well it’s only for you.” You said in a quiet and sweet tone. You ran your hands through his hair and kissed him on his neck.

He let out a tiny whimper when your lips met the skin on his neck. You could feel his hard, and still clothed, dick against your soaked panties. You were both already so turned on… You knew he’d tease you for it.

“Already wet, huh?” He asked with a smirk, followed by a little laugh.

“Shut up… just fuck me or something already.” You replied as you grabbed at his shirt to take it off.

“Wait, love. You gotta be patient.”

“But-“

He cut you off with a demanding look in his eyes. You knew better than to go against his orders.

“I said, wait.”

Again, chills ran down your spine. You were getting impatient but went along with what he said, knowing he’d make you wait longer if you didn’t.

“Good. Get up and take off your clothes.” He ordered and right away you did as he said. You took the rest of your clothes off, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to him and anyone who would walk into the room.

Ashton had the biggest smile on his face. He stood up and took your hand in his, bringing you back down to the couch.

“Open your legs, darling… I’m gonna make you feel good for being a good girl, alright?” He said with such sweetness in his voice. His voice made your cheeks get bright pink as you nodded, letting him know you were okay and understood what he said.

He gave a cheeky smile and went to his knees right in front of you. His eyes had a gleam in them that showed pure lust and desire in them as he stared at you. He leaned in a bit closer and left small little kisses on your inner thighs. He was teasing you, again.

“A-Ash… c’mon is that necessary?” You asked in a slightly annoyed tone. You wanted him already but you knew it wouldn’t happen yet.

He looked up at you and pulled away slightly, “What’d I say, Y/N? I told you to be patient. You just have to wait.”

“Ash, I don’t wanna wait though… Please? I need you…”

If your begging didn't work, then nothing would. Good thing you knew exactly how to get what you want.

Ashton let out a string of tiny curses before leaning back in to leave kisses closer and closer to your clit. He gave into your pleas.

“A fucking-”

He gave you a tiny kiss.

“Brat, you-“

Another one.

“Shouldn’t even be-“

Another.

“Getting this.”

And with that his lips met your pussy and his hands held onto your thighs tightly, keeping your legs spread open for him. His tongue went through your folds and he let out moans, sending vibrations through your body.

You couldn’t form words as you moaned over and over again at the feeling of him eating you out. His nails dug into your thighs sending a shock of pain to you but you didn't mind. It felt good. You wrapped your hands in his hair, tightening your grip.

He moved his tongue out of you, leaving you to let out a whimper, and moved to your clit.

Waves of pleasure crashed over you as you tightened your grip on his hair even more and moaned. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. You adored the feeling of his mouth on your cunt making you squirm under his touch. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, you were hot and shaking and you were in pure bliss. You were all his.

“A-Ash… ‘M gonna…” You could barely get the words out but he knew what you were trying to say.

“Go ahead. Go on and come for me…” He said against your clit before going back to the same motion of playing with it.

“T-Thank you… Thank you…” you whined out loudly before feeling that tight not in your lower stomach break. You felt yourself coming and you gasped out for air, holding onto Ashton’s hair tighter, making him let out tiny moans as he rode you threw your orgasm.

You let go of his hair and he moved back to look at you as you both tried to catch your breaths. His face was covered with your arousal. God, was it a beautiful sight to see.

He wiped away some of the wetness on his face and licked his lips.

“You need to be quieter or someone’s gonna come in.” He said in a quiet voice, starting to stand up.

You got bright pink again.

“I shouldn’t have let you come since you weren’t listening but I did ‘cus I love you,” he spoke again.

“Thank you. I love you… So much.” You responded, looking at him as if you were still on the couch. He stood right in front of you and started to get undressed as well.

“You’re so, so lucky I love you, sunshine.” He said as he leaned over and kissed you.

You could taste some of your arousal on his lips and tongue. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pulled you closer to him. You both knew you wanted each other more, it was apparent in both of your guy’s actions.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed you.

“Lay down, darling.” He ordered, and again, without any hesitation, you did as he said.

He got on top of you and put your legs around his waist as he lined up the tip of his cock with your pussy and looked at you to see if you’d still be okay with it. You nodded and that’s when he went in.

The groan he let out was pornographic, beautiful even. His hazel, almost green, eyes looked at you with love. He stayed still for a few moments for you to get adjusted before he started to move. It was slow, at first, but then his movements got faster.

You and him both let out quiet moans as the feeling of him going in and out of you clouded your mind.

“F-Fuck… baby, you feel so good…” He mumbled to you.

All you could do was let high-pitched moans out as he started to go faster and deeper inside of you, making you go crazy. You couldn’t handle it.

He started to say something again, whispering small praises and moans into your ear.

“‘M close… a-again…” You muttered through moans, trying to stay a bit quieter.

“G-Go on, baby… me too…” he whispered through tiny moans. “‘M so close… Where’d you want it?”

“I-In.” You said almost immediately.

You needed him to fill you up. You needed him inside of you. He felt so, so good. It was like you two were made for each other, the way he filled you up so perfectly.

He nodded his head and after a few more deep, and now a but slower, thrusts, you both hit your orgasms. You both tensed up and you looked each other in the eyes with love. His lips were bright pink and he was moaning your name over and over. He felt so good and so did you. It was amazing.

You looked up at him and ran your hands up and down his back with a smile as you both finished off your orgasms.

“That was absolutely amazing.” You said with a huge smile, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Hell yeah, it was.” He responded with a small kiss and a cheeky smile.

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.8)

Pt.7 || Pt.9

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

CHAPTER WARNING: SMUT!

Recap: That thick tension that's been lingering in the air from the moment you first looked at each other- anger, curiosity, bitterness, longing- it's here in this room right now. Every logical thought your mind would normally throw at you to stop you from indulging, is completely crushed under this desire...the desire to know one another fully. Somehow, the two-foot space has closed to an inch. So close, you can feel the heat radiating off of his face and onto yours; his eyes almost completely closed. He's ready...are you?

Your heart is beating so hard, you hear it in your ears- it mixes with the sound of his breathing, and your breathing, and his heartbeat; before you can fully even decide what to do, your lips act on their own. Or rather, they act on your heart's true desire. Curse these lips... It's nothing like you imagined it would be, and yet it is- and yet, it's more. "Please, don't go..." He whispers to you with parted lips, and it causes your heart to stir. Only hours ago, you were certain you hated him- that you were only going through with this marriage as a favor to your parents, to secure your future- But who did you follow Jungkook up to this desolate room for? Who did you kiss him for? Whose is this heart that won't keep still for him? You. You. Yours. Only yours.

You don't answer him; instead, you bring your hand up to the side of his face and deepen the kiss. This isn't like you. You've never done this before. Sure, your first kiss was long ago had during a game of spin the bottle, and yes, eighth grade had its fair share of games of 7 Minutes in Heaven where this boy or that would try to cup your then-non-existent chest- but you would always stop it before it got any further. You knew that wasn't love. You knew it was all fleeting. You knew you were promised to someone else... Promised to Jungkook.

His large hands come to rest on your waist, though only for a moment; they begin to run down to the seam of your jeans. He wants to feel every inch of you, but he's never been one to rush. You pull away momentarily to take in a breath, but he is completely uninhibited, moving from your lips and to your neck- eliciting a gentle gasp from you. You can't help the delicious sensation, nor the way your eyes roll back in response. You have to tell him before it goes any further. God, how embarrassing. "J-Jungkook," You can barely get the words out. "Mm?" He hums into your sensitive skin. For a moment, you wonder if you even should. Would it ruin the moment? "I-I have to tell you something," Your words com out sooner than your body is ready to respond, as your hair is still tangled in his hair and pressing him to yourself.

He stops before you do, pulling away gently. "What is it?" His tone is gentle, and his brown eyes look at you so softly.

"I...I uhm...I wanted to tell you that I..." You can hardly get the words out. You're suddenly so regretful of having opened your mouth at all. "Nevermind!" You say, trying to lean in again, though he pulls back further.

"What is it?" He laughs, finding your shyness to be both endearing and incredibly attractive.

You stare at him, biting your lip from nervousness before deciding to just bite the bullet. You throw your hands over your eyes and blurt out, "I'm a virgin."

Silence follows. Silence so loud that, if it wasn't because you could still feel the heat radiating off of his body, you would've thought he'd left.

After a moment, he gingerly removes your hands from your face- though you dare not open your eyes.

"Y/n," His voice is like honey. "Yeah...?" "Open your eyes, you goof."

His playful tone surprises you, and you finally do open your eyes.

He doesn't look upset at all- or annoyed.

"Thank you for telling me," This time, he brings his hand up to your face and lets it rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking ever so gently. "You're welcome..." You blush red, unable to say anything else.

"We don't have to do anything, you know. I don't want you to think I brought you up here for that. I really did just want to talk and then- and then we had this moment, you know and-" "I want to."

He's stunned by your response and it takes him a second to process, "You- you do want to?"

"Yeah...I just...wanted you to know so that we can take it a little slow..." Sheepish is the only way to explain how you feel. You're not sure if it's normal or common for a girl to openly say that she wants sex, but none of this is normal.

You and Jungkook are not normal people. And maybe that's why you trust him so...at least with this. "Okay," He smiles, leaning in and kissing your nose, "Come."

He stands and grabs your hand, pulling you lightly as he'd done leading you up here.

Though the room hasn't been 'in use' for a while, it's still very clean and well maintained. You'd have thought it sat waiting for a guest to come at any moment.

He leads you through white double doors that divided the living area from a beautiful, neat bedroom. The bed is about the same size as the one in your room, though there's also a small couch and a wardrobe. Not to mention, a giant mirror on the far side of the bedroom, opposite the window.

"Sit down, if you want," He says before disappearing into the connecting bathroom.

You sit down on the bed, admiring the small details in the room- desperately trying not to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, as you'd thrown on jeans and a hoodie to meet Jungkook at the bar, definitely not having expected for any of this to happen.

He comes out of the bathroom holding a small speaker and setting it on the nightstand. Oh Lord, you think, what kind of cheesy sex playlist is he gonna put on?

To your surprise, a soft piano melody begins to play; one that your recognize.

"Is- is this Wait for Me?" You ask incredulously.

His eyes light up, "You know it?"

"Of course...Motopony is great."

He smiles and walks over to sit next to you on the edge of the bed- but he doesn't touch you right away. Instead, he lets himself fall backward onto the white comforter, his loose button up opening ever so slightly to expose a good amount of his chest.

He doesn't ask you to do the same, just silently stares up at the ceiling- it makes you want to do the same.

For years, you've heard people say that your first time isn't as special as the movies make it seem. They say it's something to just get done and move on from so you can start having good sex- and maybe that's true for some people, but this? You like this.

You lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling too.

"You know, I liked you from the moment I saw you." You snort, "Yeah, right." "I'm serious," He says with a smile, "As difficult as it may seem, considering your so beastly and unlikeable-" You playfully elbow him, "Shut up." "But I did."

"Oh please, you looked at me like I was a bug on the windshield." "And you are, but...I don't know. You have this way about you. You don't take shit from anyone. You say what you want and you stick to it."

"Except with my parents," You say, solemnly. "What are you on about? When I saw you renegotiate that contract with my parents- if you can even call it a renegotiation, considering you just walked in and laid down the law- I thought you were on of the bravest girls I've ever known...it must've been hard for you to have gotten it past your parents, and then..." "And then?" You ask, looking over at him. "...and then when you defended me to my parents...when you saw my dad about to tear into me and you explained how much I was gonna be sacrificing for their dream..." He turns to you, "No one ever defends me...not like that...not at all."

Your heart aches for him in that moment. Staring back at you, is not the man Jungkook, but the gentle soul within the man...

Without another word, you both lean in again. Though this time, you really are ready.

The kiss is gentle for only a second, before you're both dissolving hungrily into each other. With one swift motion, he's lifting your hoodie up and over your head, tossing it aside- exposing your thin, lacy bralette. You're suddenly aware of the slight chill in the bedroom, causing your nipples to perk up through the thin fabric. He stares in awe of the heavenly sight, his pants instantly tighter.

"Can I...?" He asks, lightly tugging on one of the straps. You nod wordlessly, smiling at his politeness.

Is he always this polite with women?

He gently brings down the strip, pulling the fabric down that once clothed your pert breast. He brings his large hand up and takes you into his mouth, licking languid circles around your nipple. "Ah," You moan, the sensation somehow everpresent even between your legs.

Amazing how the human body works, isn't it?

His teeth graze gently against the flesh, nibbling just enough while his hand plays with your other clothed nipple.

"It feels so good," You whisper, relishing in this new feeling. 7 Minutes in Heaven has nothing on this.

"Just wait," He says with a smirk, suddenly bringing his hand down to the button of your jeans. Excitedly, you stare into his eyes- waiting for the precise moment in which his fingers find- "Oh," You squeal, his fingers resting on your clit, though he doesn't move them much.

He's intent on building up your arousal.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" He asks, the smirk never leaving his face, "Feel good?" "Mhm," Is all you can manage as he begins rubbing in small circular motions, bringing his tongue back onto your nipple.

Your quiet for a little, afraid that any noise- any breath at all- will mess up this feeling.

"No, no, beautiful," He says, voice low and slow. He called you beautiful, Y/n.

"I want you to breathe through this." "O-okay," You whimper, disobeying your own judgment and following his instructions. Anything to be called beautiful by him again.

With every deep breath, you relaxed more and more- he's right- this feeling is intensifying beyond what you could imagine.

You've never known what it's like to cum. If you're being completely honest, you've tried before- on yourself, but nothing ever seemed to happen the way it did for other girls. You even wondered if it would ever be possible for you to ever reach an orgasm-

but here Jungkook is, driving you absolutely mad with just a touch. Without a moment's notice, he's plunging two finger slowly into you, measuring how absolutely tight you are. "Fuck," You can't help but swear in his ear, which seems only to egg him on.

"Tell me how it feels, beautiful." "It feels good." "No, no. Tell me more. Good isn't good enough," He picks up the pace a reasonable amount, the palm of his hand beginning to slap against your clit in the absolute best way possible.

"It's fucking wonderful- please, keep- keep going," You feel your abdominal muscles tightening, "Shit, Jungkook."

"Not yet," He says, taking his fingers out, leaving you in absolute shock at the sudden emptiness between your legs.

He swiftly gets up and walks around to the end of the bed, leaning forward and snaking his arms around your thighs to yank you closer to the edge. He quickly takes down your jeans and underwear together, easily getting them off of you and onto a heap on the ground. You'll worry about finding your various articles of clothing later.

He gets on his knees, letting you rest your legs on his shoulders, "Look at you," he says hungrily, his eyes absolutely eating your pussy up before his tongue even has a chance to taste.

You feel shy about his eyes on you, but the vulnerability also feel oddly exhilerating.

He resumes playing with your pussy for a little, getting you back up to where you were, but then he switches to his mouth- and boy, does he know how to use that mouth.

His lips suck gently on your clit, a sensation you've never felt in your life- and one you could gladly get used to.

"Oh God," You hiss, trying to breathe as he said to do but finding it oh so difficult.

"What's wrong, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?" He teases between licks.

Again, your abdominals begin to contract and you feel yourself close- close to what? You suppose you'll find out in a moment or two.

Without ceasing his mouthwork, he plunges his fingers inside of you again, getting you closer and closer until your heat is threatening to burst.

"Jungkook, I think- I think-" You can't even get the words out before you finally do burst- a reaction you never thought yourself capable of. Without any hesitation at all, Jungkook is slurping up your orgasm with thirsty desperation, a warm satisfaction radiating throughout his body at the fact that it was he who first elicited such a response from you.

You pant heavily, overwhelmed by this experience, though it's in the best way possible. Your body occasionally juts from the stimulation of his tongue on your worn clit.

With a smile on his face, he emerges from between your legs- his face transforming from depraved beast and back to a puppy dog expression, though you can still see his chin glistening.

There's something about that sweet expression that makes want to go again. To go all the way. "Come here," You say.

He climbs over you just to plop down in the empty space on your left side. You're not sure what comes over you, but you bring him closer and let the tip of your tongue glide from his chin to his lips, tasting yourself on him like a serpent tastes its very oxygen.

Now, it's you who is depraved and ready to ravage him. Virginity be damned.

You let your fingertips trail down the small portion of exposed chest to the first button on his shirt, somehow managing to blindly unbutton every single one as you kiss him deeply and passionately.

Once the final button is undone, you climb over him so that you sit straddling his waist, and now youu're the one taking a moment to admire his beautifully sculpted chest, along with the tattoos that seem to poke out from the top of his shoulder. You'd never seen them before, "Take it off," You command.

He smiles up at you, eyes wide in astonishment at your ability to take charge. He obeys, wiggling out of his shirt. When you're able to see his arms fully, you find yourself newly aroused as your let your hand touch every centimeter of his inked skin.

He brings his hands to rest on your waist, his eyes unsure of whether to fixate on your ethereal face or full breasts.

You begin to grind slowly on him, his pants still in the way of you being able to feel him- but you're okay for now. You want to build the moment too.

You want him to be as desperate for release as he had made you feel.

He helps your hips with his hands, thumbs digging gently into your flesh, the occasional sweet sting of a slap on your ass driving you wild.

You move down slightly so you can undo his pants, pulling them down a bit to expose his- rather large- bulge, covered by the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. Suddenly, you feel a bit nervous again.

You've bit off way more than you can chew- what if it hurts? What if he's too big?

"Y/n?" His gentle voice breaks you out of your thoughts, "Are you okay? We can stop if you want?" His gentleness brings you at ease, "Can...can we take it slow again?" "Of course," he says, propping himself up and kissing you, "Take your time, beautiful."

You get off of him and slide his jeans off as he'd done for you, though you leave his underwear on. You want a moment to familiarize yourself with him...with all of him.

His erection stands tall, especially unencumbered by the thick fabric of his jeans. "You're so big," You say gently, not even trying to be sexy- just stating a fact.

"Thanks," He says sheepishly.

"Can I...?" This time, you ask for permission, tugging on his waist band.

"Go ahead," He says with a smile, leaning back with his arms resting behind his head. Intent on letting you explore, he takes slow and steady breaths.

You slowly bring down the waist band, bracing yourself- Throughout your schooling, you've seen maps and diagrams of the human body. You're aware of what a penis generally looks like- or at least, you thought you were aware- but nothing would have prepared you for the size,

Or for how it would make your mouth water.

You take it into your hand, analyzing how your grip leaves a few centimeters of space between your fingers- nice and thick.

"Mm," He groans, excited to be touched by you, the warmth of your hand giving him instant relief.

Gently, you stroke up and down, loving how the slightest touch makes him react so.

"You wanna spit on it?" He suggests, eyes fixed on your mouth. You smile, leaning in and pursing your pretty lips to let a wad of spit fall onto the tip of it. That pretty, pink tip.

You work the spit up and down his shaft, though you can hardly help yourself and, before you know it, you're taking him into your mouth.

It's all experimental at first- this is your first time touching a penis, after all, but within minutes, it becomes second nature. You're careful to avoid your teeth as you bob your head.

"Oh, fuck," He moans, his fingers softly playing with your hair- he's trying desperately not to be too rough- he wants you to explore at your own pace, but God, you're driving him absolutely insane.

"Am I doing a good job?" You ask, your eyes becoming doe-like and innocent, though of course, you already know the answer.

"Yes, Y/n. You're doing a good job, my beautiful girl," He says through gritted teeth.

You love his pet name...Oh, to be called Beautiful always.

You watch his tip gradually become wetter and wetter as he prepares himself, involuntarily, for you.

Finally, you get up and help him out of his underwear, the both of you now fully exposed to one another- uninhibited by a single article of clothing.

"I think I'm ready," You say with a shy smile.

He nods, his smile soft and warm.

You climb back on him, straddling him once more- he leans back and leaves his arms at his sides, waiting for you to tell him when to touch you.

You're nervous, heartbeat furious in your chest as you grab his dick, guiding it slowly so that is rubs against your pussy a few times- you want to make sure it's wet enough.

Finally, it's positioned so that you can lower yourself onto it. Ever so steadily, you ease onto his thick member, easy at first. You watch as h closes his eyes, his mouth falling open slightly. Though you can't fully focus on him- you're busy listening to your body's natural reactions- then a sudden sharp sting- almost like a knife stabbing through a taut cloth, and then...a sea. Truly, a sea of wetness forms within you, easing your pain so that now, the pain becomes a dull sensation.

"You're- you're so wet," He moans, trying not to lose himself in you. He's aware that any sudden move can prove too uncomfortable for you. "Does- does it feels good?" You ask, suddenly really self-conscious of your inexprience.

"Absolutely, Beautiful good...so, so good..." He can't help but begin thrusting gently up into you. He's desperate for it. Smoother than silk, your pussy has got him unraveling already. You smile, feeling now a bit braver. You begin moving up and down as well, balancing yourself on the balls of your feet. "Can- can I go a little faster?" He asks, furrowing his brows with pleasure. "Yes, Jungkook." It's as though hearing his name breathed so sensually has flipped a switch in him, and now he's grabbing ahold of your waist, thrusting deeper and deeper into you, though not so that he'll hurt you- just enough to make it interesting.

"Fuck, Y/n. You feel amazing....do you like how I feel inside you?" He asks, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek as you continue to work on him. Your cheeks burn under his touch, "I do- you're so big," You say, locking eyes with him. "I want you to do me a favor, okay?" He says, to which you nod. "I want you to rub your clit on me while I fuck you, okay? Grind your pussy down on me, that's how it'll make it feel good." "Okay," You say, eager to please him. You get off the balls of your feet and switch so that you're on your knees, driving him deeper into you. "Fuck," You let out as you finally feel his pelvic bone against your heat. Slowly, you begin grinding forward and backward, the sensation similar to when his palm was slapping against it earlier, though this is much more intense.

"You see, baby? Isn't that better?" His tone makes you absolutely feral. You could have him talk in your ear like that all night. "It does," You rub harder, another orgasm already building up inside you, "Jungkook, I think I'm gonna cum again." "That's it, baby. Make yourself cum again," He coaches. "Okay, okay, okay," You repeat, stuck on a loop as your brain seems to short circuit- all you can think or feel is this pleasure.

With a loud moan, your pussy is pulsing against him in waves of euphoria, you throw your head back in a sudden spasm and then slow down your rhythm, though Jungkook is still going- a delightfully welcomed moment of overstimulation. You want to see what it's like when he reaches that point too.

"Beautiful, when I say, I'm gonna need you to get off okay?" He says throw short gasps. Now who's forgetting to breathe?

"Okay, Jungkook," You say, holding yourself still so he can hold onto you, pounding into you a few more times, "Now," He says, to which your respond by quickly rolling over.

You watch as his cock immediately shoots out that thick milky substance up into the air and then as it drops back down onto his stomach. His face is that of utmost joyousness and delight, "Ah," He breathes, his hand pumping his dick a few times to make sure he's milked every last drop.

He is a sight to behold as he coms down from his high; like Michelangelo's David.

"Wow..." You say simply.

"Wow," He smiles, looking over at you, reaching over to lightly pinch your cheek.

"What did you think?" He asked. "Well, I can honestly say it was the best I've ever had." "Oh shut up," He chuckles, though he brings you in closer to him. Being in his arms like this...it's one of the nicest feelings you've ever experienced. No man has ever shown you this level of affection, and knowing he's the first...it feels good. It feels right.

After a moment, he pulls away, covering his crotch sheepishly, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quickly."

You laugh and wave him away, taking the opportunity to stretch out on the bed. Bliss; that's the only way to describe this present feeling.

A vibration against the nightstand brings you out of your daze and when you look over, you realize it's Jungkook's phone- and then you realize it's a text... from Lisa.

𝗟𝗶𝘀𝗮: 𝗞𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 <𝟯

Your heart begins to pound in your chest. You look over at the bathroom door, still closed, though you've heard a flush.

Without another thought, you dart out of the bed, quickly yanking on your clothes, making sure to leave absolutely no trace of yourself behind in that room.

You finally hear the bathroom door open though when you do, the hotel room door is already clicking shut behind you.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed this spicy one! Took me all day to write. Clearly, it's about to get juicy.

[kidney9-9]

Mistakes and Messes

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where we are Steve's daughter and Bucky is mad at us, so we are trying to avoid him but he catches us. Might be boring but whatevs

hi anon hope you enjoy! this was a delight to write:) i wasn't sure if you meant like an older reader with a romantic pairing with bucky but i decided to write it as a younger reader and a platonic/family relationship with bucky. not beta edited!

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes with platonic!Reader Warnings: Reader is around age 5 or 6, mentioned killing Word Count: 1.6k

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You messed up big time. You didn’t intend to ruin Uncle Bucky’s precious motorcycle, but you were trying to put a few stickers around the garage and his bike just happened to be there. You put a couple Avenger stickers, then added a ton of sparkly cat ones because Bucky loves cats as much as you do!

Then you put a huge, limited-edition sticker over the light. When you backed away from the bike, you awed at the sight of the pretty stickers.

Then you realized… oh, Uncle Bucky might not like that.

At all, actually.

But you did put a cute kitty sticker that looked kind of like his pet cat, so he might actually like that one, right? You questioned yourself a little bit longer then decided to peel off a few stickers to make the bike not be as shiny.

When you peeled one back, the paint on the bike peeled off too. Oh no. That’s a big mistake. You started to panic and rushed to grab your glitter glue pen and scribbled over the spot.

Then you realized that it probably made it worse and that the glitter glue was leaking down over the rest of his bike.

You gaped at it. Then scrubbed it with your sleeves, which didn’t do much. By the time you gave up and stopped messing with it any longer, it was dinner time, and you rushed back into the kitchen before your dad, Steve, called you.

“Just in time. The pizza’s here and everyone’s joining us.” Your dad spoke to you, ruffling your hair and picking you up. You leaned into his touch and frowned, still worried about your mess.

“Dad, I might’ve made a big mistake.” You whispered in his ear, as he walked you to grab a slice of pizza.

He hummed, not noticing how upset you looked. “What? That’s okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”

“But… Uncle Bucky is going to kill me!” You rushed out, and this time he turned to face you after sitting you down on a seat.

“Buck doesn’t kill people, he’ll forgive you for anything. He loves you.” Your dad frowned back, and you huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Fine, but I’m going to run away from him when I see him because I know he’ll kill me for sure!” You were being a bit dramatic about it, but you really felt like you messed up badly this time.

“What exactly did you do?” Your dad asked, then got up after a few moments of silence. You weren’t going to tell your dad, because then he’d go tell Uncle Bucky immediately. They were best friends and like brothers!

“Either way, you’ll be alright. He’ll understand it was just a mistake and forgive you.” He murmured at you, then walked away.

You shuffled the slice of pizza in your mouth as fast as you could. You weren’t staying around because you totally messed up and you really didn’t want to get in trouble with Uncle Bucky.

You rushed out when you heard people’s voices in the hallway. You noticed one of them was Bucky, then you froze for just a second. Then you ran off as quickly and quietly as you could, worry built up in your chest.

You hid under the coffee table in the living room, hearing your dad talking. “Where did she run off to?” He asked Sam, looking around the dining room.

“I need to speak with her. Jarvis told me there was a surprise in the garage, and I just saw stickers and glitter all over my bike.” Bucky sighed, anger in his voice but he was mostly amused and exasperated.

Steve frowned back, “What?! That’s what she did? She told me she made a mistake, and she was scared you were going to kill her.”

“I would never do anything like that!” Bucky scoffed and Steve nodded back.

“Yea, she doesn’t know better, she’s a kid.” Steve explained and he nodded while Sam laughed.

“I remember thinking my mom would kill me because I forgot to do my chores a few times when I was her age.” Sam added.

The rest of the group came to the dining room and ate the pizza. You did your best to stay quiet and spy on them, but you were sure you were caught by Natasha and Clint at least once when you creeped around the corner.

You rushed off before everyone finished up and ran to your room. You were just going to hide the night there it seemed. You didn’t want to face Uncle Bucky at all right now because he seemed a bit angry.

Maybe tomorrow you could stop running away but for now you were just fine with hiding still.

…That all ends when your dad knocks on your door, calling your name. “Can you open the door please? Sweetie?”

You grumbled, “No.” Then covered your body with your fuzzy blanket, concluding this is a great hiding spot. You have so many other fuzzy blankets on your bed, so hiding under one seemed reasonable.

“I need to talk to you about something important. Please open the door.” Your dad spoke up again, amusement covering his voice.

“Uh, is it super-duper important?” You hesitated as you responded.

“Yes, very super-duper.” He replied and you heard a slight chuckle.

You huffed loudly and heavily, “Fine. But I’m not getting up to open the door, I’m hiding.”

“That’s alright, I can unlock it from here.” He cleared his throat, and you heard your door being unlocked. You shot up in your bed, feeling completely offended at the door opening. This made no sense! You were the only person with the key to your bedroom door.

“No fair! How did you get in?!” You yelped as he walked in, standing in the entry way and crossing his arms.

“I’m a superhero, a door can’t stop me.” He shrugged as if that was a good enough answer.

“Dad…” You groaned and smacked your head with your palm. He chuckled quietly at your reaction.

“I have someone here that wants to talk with you.” He continued, then turned to the side and revealed Bucky was standing there with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Uncle Bucky!” You shrieked this time, tumbling out of the bed with your legs kicking up in all of your fuzzy blankets and pillows, accidentally falling with a loud bump on the floor.

 “Kid,” He startled at your fall, then rushed towards you with your dad. They both helped you up and set you back on your bed as you pouted about landing weird on your knee.

“I think I’m going to have a bruise.” You complained, forgetting all about your previous actions of hiding as you poked and prodded at your knee. Your dad huffed out a breath of air and lightly touched your knee with a frown.

“Yep, that looks like it’s swelling already. I’ll go get an ice pack for you.”  He spoke up, glancing over at Bucky then back to you and giving you a peck on the forehead.

You froze up as you looked at Uncle Bucky, feeling horribly guilty and upset about the whole mess you made of the motorbike. “I’m really sorry, I swear. I’ll fix it! I saved up a ton of my Halloween candy, so if I sell it at school, then it’ll pay to get it fixed or a new one!” You blurted out a plan, feeling your heart start to race more and more as you stared at your uncle.

“Hey, no need to do any of that, save your Halloween candy for yourself,” He started, sitting at the edge of your bed.

He continued, “When I saw what you did, I thought it was very kind of you to decorate my bike. But it was a little…” You cut him off with a noise.

“I’m sorry! Really! I’m super sorry. I just wanted to put stickers everywhere and your bike would look shinier and pretty with my stickers, but after I did it, I saw I ruined it.” You rambled.

Bucky shook his head, “Kid, it’s ok. We all make mistakes sometimes, but I did want to talk to you about what you told your dad. Did you really think I’d hurt you?” He looked so upset at the thought of it.

“No… not really?” You groaned then shook your head, “I know that you and daddy and all of the others go out and fight and stuff.”

“We would never hurt you, you’re my niece, everyone here loves you.” He mumbled to you, leaning closer and pressing his hand onto your shoulder gently.

You sighed tiredly, “But what if I mess up more? Won’t you get sick of me?”

“You’re human, and you know what all humans do – we make mistakes and messes, but we learn from them. Everyone will still love you no matter what. Even if you destroy Tony’s lab or paint all of Natasha’s weapons or break Mjolnir somehow. Kid, you’re a treasure to us, we all love you.” Bucky explained to you.

You sniffled, feeling a little emotional and sleepy. “Promise? Even my dad would love me too if I do bad things?”

“Yes, completely, I promise.” Bucky whispered back.

Steve walked back into the room, holding the icepack and smiling at the two of you. “I promise we all love you.” He gently set the icepack on your knee as you blinked at him in confusion.

“Did you hear all of that?!” You gaped at him, making the two of them laugh deeply.

“I did, I’m a superhero after all.” He said teasingly. You groaned back at him feeling annoyed at his explanation.

“Well, when I become a superhero, I’ll be super sneaky and strong and know everything! Then you can’t surprise me anymore!” You blew out a funny noise with your tongue sticking out.

Bucky chuckled, “She got you there.”

You yawned and laid down on your pillows even more. Steve and Bucky looked at each other, then back to you and Bucky stood up from the bed.

Your dad leaned down to kiss your forehead again and Bucky squeezed your hand lovingly. “I think it’s time for you to get to sleep. Goodnight, we love you.”

“Goodnight, love you too.” You mumbled and snuggled into your blanket. You kept the icepack on your knee and fell asleep within a few minutes, feeling relieved and happy.

[cloudyeventss]

141 x assistant reader Part 6

Warnings: crude language, sexual scenarios MDNI

Sorry for the short/sloppy writing. I'm at work and have a shit ton to do so I tried to make one quick, but I'll make it up (:

Soaps POV 

It's finally Saturday, usually when we're home and it's the weekend I'd head to the pub and find me a pretty lass to take home. But not since y/n's came to work with us. No, I'm perfectly happy trading in drunken hook ups to lay up in her bed and watch movies with her and Gaz. I always end up in my room fucking my hand to the thought of her at the end of the night. Imagining how pretty she'd look underneath me. I swear the woman a siren she makes its hard to think straight.

I walk into y/n's room and start looking around while she showers, and Gaz picks up the pizza she called in. There are little Knick knacks scattered across her dresser and a picture of her and her father at the end. I open her top drawer to find her satin underwear, when I hear footsteps coming towards her door, I quickly grab a pair and shove it into my pocket before closing the drawer and hopping on the bed... 

   "You look gobsmacked mate"

Gaz can always tell when I'm lying. So, I give him my best cheeky grin 

 "Ah huv nae idea whit yer talkin' aboot" 

          "Yeah, right, mate. Wotcha doin'?"

I pull the pink panties from my pocket and dangle it in front of him. 

              "Sick bastard" Gaz chuckles as he falls on the bed.

I stuff y/n's underwear back into my jeans when her bathroom door swings open, and she walks out. Her hair still wet drenching her oversized shirt. It's one of Gaz's, he slipped it into her laundry the other week. God she is stunning, this woman quite literally takes my breath away. Y/n walks over and hops on the bed beside me hissing when her ass hits the covers a little too hard. She tries to cover it up by asking what movie we'll be watching. But I have something else in mind for tonight. 

"Whit happened tae yer arse?" 

          She shakes her head "nothin"

We already know about the little mark of claim Ghost made. He told us the next morning. Almost sent Cap off the handle. When y/n first got here, we knew she had to be ours, but we didn't want to scare her. We wanted to give her time to ease into us. He had no idea how she'd react after the little stunt LT pulled. But I know my girl, I know what she likes 

 "Ye lyin lass?" 

  Y/n tries to look away "no"

I get up and grab her ankles flipping her on her stomach. She starts to struggle, wiggling around "johnny what the fuck are you doing"

 "Get her airms Gaz"

Gaz gets off the bed and walks towards the headboard grabbing both of her hands and pinning them down. 

" Now lass, is there somethin' ye wanna tell me?" Tears edge her eyes, and she shakes her head "no" I push up her shirt and pull down her shorts and underwear in a quick motion. Exposing her round plumped ass. I trace the outline of her freshly done tattoo.

"Now, how yee get this" 

Y/n moves to try and hide the blush creeping upon her cheeks "Ghost" 

  "Dae ye like it?"

     If I wasn't holding my breath, I don't think I would have heard her "yes, I don't know why" she sounded almost like she was guilty for enjoying something a little darker than most would like. I can't have my baby thinking like that now. No. 

 "Start the movie, Gaz" 

Gaz releasing y/n's arms and presses play on a horror film he picked out earlier. 

I trace my hands up her legs before sitting back down in the middle of the bed. I spread my legs and pat the space between them "Come ere" y/ns slowly gets up and seats herself perfectly between my legs with her back to my chest. I lean down a bit my mouth hovering over the shell of her ear "Ah want tae mak ye feel guid, bonnie" 

She goes to face me; I grab her chin and force her to look at the TV.

  " Watch the movie" 

I glide my hands to the front of her thighs moving inward, forcing her to spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath picks up and she leans more into me. Gaz has taken a seat straight across from the bed watching us.

 My fingers slid across her slit, gathering her wetness before pushing a finger inside. fuckk her little pants, are all the encouragement I need. I add in another finger and my thumb finds her clit rubbing circles. I can feel her tight cunt spasm, she's getting close, just by a simple touch. I stop and give her pussy a hard slap "watch the movie y/n"

...

Y/N POV

I want to scream; Johnny keeps bringing me to the edge and as soon as I’m about to cum he stops talkin about “watch the movie”. I can’t take anymore. My legs are shaking, my eyes are blurry, and I feel like I’m on fire. Its too much every movement of Johnnys fingers has me seeing stars “Please johnny, I need you” The movie’s end credits finally start to roll, Gaz stands up out of his chair and stalks over towards me crouching down at the end of the bed.  “Make her cum johnny” I can feel Soaps breath on the side of my neck “Dae ye deserve it darling” I’m a blubbing mess spilling over mix pleases and chants of his name. He presses harder on my clit and his fingers pick up pace. My body jolts but he holds me firm against him. It feels like small volts of electricity is coursing through my veins. My mouth goes dry, and my head is so fuzzy I can no longer hear Johnny’s and Gaz’s praises. My vison darkens and I’m hit with the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. My breathing starts to even out and the sound of running water has me opening my eyes, Gaz walks out of my bathroom and gently picks me up out of Johnny’s arms carrying me to my sink. He sits me down, lifting my shirt over my body. Gaz softly grabs my face, making me look up at him. “You okay doll?’. I’m too exhausted to respond instead I lean into his touch, giving a small smile. He picks me up and places me in the tub. Gaz continues to wash me until he’s satisfied. It was sweet, he barely spoke just hush praises of how pretty his girl is, how well I did. I’ve never seen this side of him before and it’s making me feel something unfamiliar. I like it… He finished washing and helping me get dressed. I was ready to crawl into bed when I noticed Johnny had changed my sheets and laid waiting for us to return. Gaz turns me, giving me a kiss goodnight and leaves, turning off the lights. I crawl into bed; Johnny pulls me towards him “get some sleep love"

[minhosimthings]

Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

[renren-006]

After | Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader

plot: finally after so long you could be with him

word count: 798

Warning: 18 OR OLDER, SEXUAL CONTENT

a/n: i saw that a ton of you wanted more Daryl stories so please send in ideas, i know the 100's of you that sent in a vote have some! hope you enjoy some smut with daryl.

You had been with Daryl for years, since you two found eachother in the woods after he lost the prison. 

You went through the loss of Beth with him and you also went through almost being taken advantage of by the bikers Daryl had joined. He took care of you and made sure no one touched you, even after he broke the hand of one of the bikers. You even went through finding his people again, meeting their group and being welcomed in. Daryl stuck by your side even then, proving that whatever the two of you were feeling for each other was true. The silent touches, the glances and the fast kisses made your head spin. It wasn't until you found Alexandria that Daryl took advantage of the room he had all to himself. 

He had found you out on the porch of your shared house with Carol and himself. The night started out normal, the man joining you and talking to you, but it soon changed. The touches of your arm sent shivers and when you met his eye you could see the hunger in them, making you want to see what he had in mind.

“Daryl” You said, he got closer to you, grabbing your hand and making you stand.

“Good girl, com’on” he said, guiding you into the house and up the stairs. When he got to the door he closed it quietly behind him before you yourself were up against it with his lips against you and his hands finding your skin. Your breath became ragged as his hands traveled over your skin on your sides up to the front of your chest. He broke contact to look you in the eyes, asking permission to remove your shirt, you nodded. He lifted your gray shit over your head, your bra the only thing protecting you. His hands found your skin again running up to your neck, the rough skin of his hands making you shiver. He was slightly holding your neck while he continued to kiss you. You had been a statue up until this point, slowly letting your hands travel the length of his upper body. You found the buttons and slowly started to undo them. His skin comes flush against your hands after a bit of work. His eyes met yours when your cold fingers brushed against his hot skin. The kisses from there became heated and more feverish, you wanted more of him and he wanted more of you. Soon you were crawling backwards onto the bed with him coming after you. When you were flush against the bed, jeans causing your skin to become hotter you fiddled with the button before his hands stopped you and took the lead of taking the rest of your clothes off. You were there under him now, little to nothing on and he was above you. You did the same to his pants so that you both would be closer to being naked with one another. The dance was slow and intimate and needy, so so needy. You both wanted to feel each other more than you already had, all the pent up emotions from the times you could have taken the relationship further over the past couple of months, and here he was now over you. 

“You want me babe?” He asked you, the husky country voice making you more ready for him. You nodded your head, wanting more. You reached up to grab his neck to kiss him more but he stopped you, putting your hands behind you. “Answer me”

“Yes” you said, your hands still in his hair desperate for his kiss and touch again. Slowly the rest of your clothes came off. You laid there underneath him, his naked body above you. You watched the curve of his stomach round down to the rest of him. You watched him breathe, and you watched as he got harder and harder with your stare. You wanted him, god you wanted him so bad. He could see the hunger in his eyes. 

“What is it baby?” he asked you that husky southern voice filling your ears. It made you moan just hearing him talk to you. 

“I want you, please” you told him he smiled from above you, and obliged, slowly filling you up. You pulled at his skin begging him to be closer to you while he filled you up over and over. He held you close. You scratched his back from the waves of emotion going through you. 

“You like that baby?” he asked. All you could do was moan back.  That night you felt like the entire community could hear your roaring moans from the man above you. That night was the first of many with the two of you.

[xxswagcorexx]

please may I have some fic recs? mainly ones that will have me kicking my feet and giggling- nothing too serious but a light read: the vibes of stand partners by eternal kind of.

hi! i haven't read stand partners yet but i skimmed through the tags and here are some ones i like/hit the same vibe :) it is very long though </3

Pretty Things by ros_is_writing

Laying facedown on the bed was his partner Ashswag, the only other person with keys to Red’s apartment. When he heard Red come into the room he rolled over onto his back and sat up, dark braid flipping over his shoulder at the change of gravity. “Welcome home,” Ash grinned, eyes crinkling in laughter. “This is my house,” Red noted. He put a hand on his hip and looked at Ash over his sunglasses, a joking form of their normal rivalry. “Yeah, but I was here first,” Ash rolled his eyes and scooted off the bed. He casually strolled across the room like he wasn’t the highlight of Red’s day and dropped a kiss into his hair.

Red sees an ostrich by Anonymous

“I don’t think you were smiling this much even when we got married.” “Ash, there wasn't ostriches at our wedding.” “You're allergic to ostriches.” Swagdoons fluff (OOC)

(oh,) to be a comfort by Felix_J

"It is good here, people say." Ash mutters. The words tug at his throat, and it's a bit hard to breathe. He'll manage. "Good place to take your partner." "Says Josh?" Red quirks an eyebrow. Moves his other hand, then, the one that's free, to rest on his knee, and it's where he must register the metal against the palm. Ash stares off silently. He thinks they say not to look at the sun for a reason, because it's too beautiful as it bleeds red into the ocean. But hey, the S.U.N. is the new sun, so they are, and really, the tiny reflections of it in Red's eyes when he hangs his head feel way more important. Just... not easier, to look at. He blinks the tears off. Unlike someone, he doesn't have sunglasses, so that he can admit. "Says Josh." He agrees quietly.

away from the winds by Anonymous

Ash, because he’s a bastard and has never heard of a healthy sleep schedule, shows up at his doorstep at six on the dot. He’s sitting in the kitchen when Red finally stumbles downstairs, spinning the key Red gave him months ago around his fingers with a shit-eating grin on his face.

after closing time by cherubium

after a busy day at the casino, the casino quartet decide to rest.

overdosed on sugar and holiday high by Anonymous

“Morning Ash,” Red greets, supported with a small wave. And as an afterthought, Red adds, “Merry Christmas.” Because he’s soft like that, then to balance the statement, he continues, “Can’t believe you’re still working during the holidays like some capitalist contributing to society.“

Counting Stars by Dreamshadow2

Lifesteal can be extremely dangerous at times. Usually, you can never relax. But some days, when things get a bit too much, you just need some time to relax, to be yourself. Or: ScamDuo stargazing, tons of fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

sir thats my emotional support human by oneirogen

god!ash sleeping while hugging red to his chest like an oversized plushie. send post

something stupid by starbamnk

'I love you.' Ash had to stop himself from choking. That's not how they were here. It ached, but that wasn't how things were.

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ALSO i usually don't rec my own fics but i've written so much fluff that i figured i should share it with you too anon . also willow swagcore author reveal too i guess LOL

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fallin' in love

Ash and Red go to a pumpkin patch on their day off.

it’s no big deal (that i love you)

Sometimes Ash understands people when they call him and Red a couple. They are partners, in a sense, but not in that way. After all, when you’ve spent so long as enemies, survivalists, comrades, even, you notice a lot about the other person. From tracking down Red’s movements to stealing that stupid bell from Capital City, to pressing down on wounds and praying it didn’t get infected, they’ve been through everything. Been through the happy, sad, and angry tears together, and everything else in-between. But of course, everything they did had to be a business deal—a private agreement between just both of them. or: ashswag has some thoughts about red while they fall asleep together (ft. swagdoons qpr)

i'd duet again

Neither of them remembers when their morning ritual started, but in the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t matter. The fact is that Red would be the one to wake up first, get ready, start the coffee machine for Ash, and start playing his guitar in the garden. or: ash and red's morning duet

homemade comforts

If Red was being honest, he reveled in moments like this. Moments when Ash and he were far away from all of the violence, all of the responsibilities, and away from any prying eyes around them. Just Ash and Red, cooking together in their shitty little kitchenette that only fits two people.

four of a kind

Ash, Branzy, Clown, and Red close up the casino for the week.

best friends

As they ran back through the streets, they let the rain pour down on them, because they were already drenched. They cackled like madmen throughout it all and in that moment, both of them knew that they had something special. And they were going to get such a bad cold after this. or: how red and ash meet, and how they become friends

temporal

while the world melts around them, ash and red spend the night dancing. that's the fic.

jenga tower

"Dude-" Ash says through a wheezed breath, "Do you think this a little much?" Clown hums, "Mmm, no. I think you're just fineee." "Exactly," Red chimes in, definitely not helping the 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we all laid on Ash?' cause. or: casino quartet turn into a human jenga tower. for roses and smoke week, free day

curtains

It's 7pm, and Ash and Red are exhausted after a 12 hour day of moving. Ends up they forgot the fucking curtains.

[ketsueki-writes]

for your COM event can i have bakugou whos yandere with a fem! reader fluff to like a open or confused but sad angst, im not sure how or exactly what i want but ik you will deliver

ᴀɴ: ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ- ɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ꜰɪx ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ. (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!) ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ <33

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱɪᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴘꜱ: ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ��ꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

You hated being here.

You hated spending your days stuck in this house. You didn't care for its luxury, you swore you'd never call it home. The windows were nailed shut. They taunted you. Teasing you as little peaks to the outside. The outside seemed so far and so hard to reach. It might as well not even have been there.

You were stuck inside, with him.

You didn't even really notice how lucky you were. Given free rein of the house, of course watched by numerous cameras and sensors, and had anything you could ever want to do indoors at your fingertips. "You don't know how good you've got it" Katsuki would always sneer, grimacing as you'd push away his touches, or fight his embraces. "Tons of people would kill to be where you are right now."

His words unlike his quirk were always like ice, frustration welling inside of him as he began to anger more and more day by day. He didn't want to wait, he couldn't wait. He wanted you to accept him. What more could he do? Your favorite food was there, you had anything you needed to supplement your hobbies, plenty of vitamins and-

vitamins of course that you weren't taking. He didn't know that.

He did now.

The lack of natural sunlight on your skin might have done it; it could've just been a common cold. It didn't matter. He looked over as you bundled up on the couch, hair in a messy bun as you sniffled. He chuckled, tissues littering the floor around you as water and ginger ale bottles and cans decorated the small living room coffee table in front of you. You could barely keep your eyes open enough to watch the show.

He was surprised when your eyes locked with his. They were teary, and slightly red as if they'd been rubbed too much. Your hands slunk out from the bundles of blankets, outreached towards him. Your throat was sore as you silently begged him to comfort you.

You needed someone.

He paused, looking at you for a second before he smirked. "Why should I come over there and help you? You're such an ungrateful brat. This seems like karma to me."

You felt a piercing pain sink through your chest, the same chest that heaved with heavy laborious breaths. "Please..." you said softly, "I can't- I-" you choked, coughs interrupting your speech. You put your head down, hands sinking back under the blankets as they wrapped around you.

You felt horrible. All you wanted was help- all you needed was him.

You felt the tears slip from your eyes as you began to silently weep. Your body trembled slightly, partly from the illness and partly from the hurt. You couldn't speak further. You could feel a shift in the room- as if Katsuki had left the room.

You could feel your head grow dizzy as you tried to console yourself. It wasn't long however before a strong muscled hand sank under your chin.

The blonde haired pro hero pulled your head up to face him, you felt the couch cushions soften around the back of your head. You sniffled, letting his thumb wipe away the tears.

"Stop all that now, I'm here," he said, sucking his teeth before he pressed a medicine bottle to your lips. It was unlabeled, like all the medicine in the house. Simply a safety precaution to keep you from hurting yourself. You drank a bit before he pulled it away, grabbing a can of ginger ale to help you wash down the slightly bitter taste.

He gently climbed onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his embrace. It was warm. You questioned why you'd ever denied it before. Stop, you're letting him win. You can't keep doing this. You snuggled into his chest, ignoring the thoughts in your mind. He's only getting what he wanted, you're giving him what he wants! You drowned out all your second thoughts, listening to his soothing voice.

"There's a good girl, relaxing right where you should, with me."

"My pretty baby is gonna be all right"

"There there my love."

You felt a kiss on your forehead as you began to drift off.

His baby, his. You're all his.

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 2

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: First day and there’s already a mix of emotions flowing through the room. And maybe a connection.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, insecurity, fear, self doubt, swearing.

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Tomorrow was the day.

Convention day.

I was not prepared at all. Hell, I had no clue what a convention really was all about until I did some research, and my god I was not ready for this. Mentally, I was freaking out. What if I stand out because of my dirty clothes and messy hair? What if I don’t actually belong there?

I pulled my car into the nearest car wash only minutes from the hotel the conversation was being held in, and relief hit me like a ton of bricks when I noticed there were no other cars around.

I could take care of my problem in peace.

Luckily for me, this was the type of car wash where you park under a garage type area, and manually wash it yourself so I could easily fix my little issue.

We have a few of these in my town, and their my favourite place to go. Nobody really batted an eye when they noticed a girl soaking wet beside her car, they might have just thought I was terrible at getting the job done considering I was more washed than the actual vehicle itself.

I changed into a pair of sleep shorts I owned along with a bra that (thankfully) looked like a bathing suit in case somebody did show up, and I got to work. I sprayed the car with water to at least get it started before turning it on myself, soaking my hair and body quickly.

Grabbing the last of my shampoo and body washed, I generously cleaned every part of me that hasn’t been cleaned in probably a week now, not by choice obviously.

Half an hour went by quickly, and the hose turned off. I sighed and dropped it before moving to my side mirror to check the damage, but thankfully I looked half decent. The knots that were usually visible in my hair were smoothed out, my face looked fresh and clear, and I smelt 10x better than before.

I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, like I always did when I’d shower. It’s the small things that make me feel like a whole different person.

My next stop was the thrift store in hopes to find some Supernatural Merch even though I knew it was a long shot, if I could find something maybe it would look like I belonged after all.

Just my luck, I searched in every section: men’s, woman’s, kids, nothing. I was out of luck.

I sighed in defeat as I walked towards the door but my eye caught a black shirt on the rack near the cash, and I all but ran towards it.

I swore my heart leapt with joy when I realized it was exactly what I was searching for. It was faded, of course but I could still see the image of Dean Winchester’s mugshot, which still made me laugh just imaging that scene.

Thankfully, the shirt wasn’t too expensive considering the condition and I happily bought it before heading back to my car.

Things were turning around, I could feel it. Maybe things would finally go my way.

The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of people chatting and laughing, along with music pumping on the sidewalks.

I sat up in my car and looked around, spotting the thousands of people scattered across the parking lot, all excited and ready to enjoy the event. The sight of everybody together made my heart beat quickly in my chest, I was the only one who would be alone.

My mind started racing and my anxiety rose, was this a mistake? Was I fooling myself by thinking I could actually fit in here? I knew I could pretend all I wanted, but I was not like them at all. I wasn't around my loved ones, I was an outcast, a freak, a loner.

I shook off the worries that filled my mind and stepped out of my car, turning down the street to where the hotel was. I stood in line awkwardly, pretending to text somebody to at least look like I somewhat belong. I was desperate to feel normal, to convince myself that nobody was staring, nobody cared. I was invisible, remember?

"Excuse me, are you on your own?" A high pitched voice spoke, causing me to jump in my spot and look up. Two girls were standing in front of me, one tall and absolutely gorgeous blonde girl, and a brunette younger lady, they both had brand new merch, styled hair and beautiful looking makeup perfectly plastered on their face.

I swallowed hard and put on my best confident smile, "Yeah, I am!"

They shared a look before smiling smugly, the tall blonde extending her hand towards me. "Well, I'm Vanessa." She stated before the shorter brunette followed her lead. "And i'm Amber."

I shook their hands and smiled nervously, "I'm Y/N"

For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence and looked around, eyeing all the different types of people before Vanessa's attention was directed back to me.

"So are you staying in this hotel too?"

Shit.

"Uh, no." I whispered nearly inaudibly. "I'm staying by myself."

Amber scrunched up her nose in confusion and leaned against the wall. "What does that mean?"

Fuck. Okay don't freak out. If you tell her your staying in your car she may look at you like you're a total freak, but it may make you seem like your not homeless, maybe she won't judge? She seems nice enough.

"I'm actually on a road trip so I've been staying in my car for now."

Their eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as they shared a look I had no idea what was meant.

"Oh that's kind've cool, so your a traveler?" Amber questioned.

I nodded quickly and smiled.

Perfect, a traveler.

Before any more questions could be thrown my way, the line started moving and I could finally see the inside of the hotel. Vanessa and Amber rushed away, to a few tables off to the side and I was left once again.

I sighed contentedly and looked around, after my little interaction with the girls, I felt so much better about being here. They seemed nice enough, not too judgy and I definitely didn't make a fool out of myself. This weekend was going to be amazing.

I wandered around the overly large lobby filled with tables with various set ups. There were shirts and displays with handmade merchandise and posters and I couldn't help but stare everywhere at once.

Seeing all the people laughing and smiling, the different shapes and sizes and races and ages, all together-it was like magic and I couldn't believe that I was involved, I was in it.

The day passed quickly as I walked around and checked out every stand, and finally the first panel was about to start. I entered the room and as soon as my eyes spotted all the full chairs, I could feel the panic rising once again. Seats were filled, people were chatting and laughing and taking photos, it was a lot.

My mind was in full panic mode as I looked around, Where was I going to sit? Was I going to look weird sitting alone? Is somebody going to have to sit beside me? Oh god, what if I didn't wash well enough and whoever has to sit beside me smells something wrong on me. What if I get called out?

Before I could turn around and leave, the sea of people started moving and I was forced towards the front, and the only two seats available were right in the middle of the row. I stared at the only available seat left, right beside a young red headed girl.

She turned towards me and smiled gently before moving her bag to the floor, offering her hand to show the seat was mine. I smiled lightly and crossed towards her, quickly pushing myself into the seat in hopes to hide from everybody else.

She smiled wide and leaned closer, "Hi! I'm Jennifer."

"Oh, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, thank you for the seat."

She shrugged, a polite smile spreading across her face.

I bit back a laugh causing her to look towards me in confusion and I couldn't help but laugh louder. "Sorry, this is my first convention, are all fangirls this nice?"

She laughed out and nudged my shoulder, offering an even brighter smile and I could tell she was genuine. For a moment, I felt it. The ray of hope i needed, she saw me, she was kind and treated me like we were best friends, and it felt amazing.

The lights started to dim, and the screams got louder indicating the panel was about to start. My heart started pounding with excitement and adrenaline as I was anxiously awaiting to see the man who gave me a reason to find hope.

As soon as the two familiar men entered the stage, it felt like I was submerged under water. The screams were dull and faded, my chest was heavy, I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes were locked on him.

Jensen.

The man who saved my life. The man who played such a complex, amazing character that touched every part of my soul. It was stupid, in that moment I felt like I knew him and he knew me, but really; we were strangers. He didn’t know I existed. He wouldn’t even notice me in the hundreds of people screaming his name.

I was frozen in my seat as I really took him in. He was taller than I expected, and he had had a handsome stubble across his chin that was to die for. Of course, he was rocking out the red plaid and I couldn’t breathe just staring at him.

His eyes scanned the audience as he took his seat, smiles and waves being thrown around to everybody he made contact with.

His gaze started moving towards my seat and suddenly I felt like I was going to pass out. The room was spinning and I felt sick, it was too much.

I lowered my head and took a deep breath, before slowly glancing up, my heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his eyes locked on mine.

He smiled lightly at me before it faded, a hint of concentration and concern overtaking his features suddenly.

Leaning forward on his chair, his eyes were fixating on mine as he mouthed “You alright?” I stared back at him in shock, I couldn’t move or speak or do anything, did Jensen really just ask me that?

My eyes flickered down and up before I noticed his concern growing and he repeated the question. I took a shaky breath and smirked, before nodding.

He was satisfied, thankfully, and he shot me a thumbs up causing my cheeks to burn.

How did he know I wasn’t doing okay? Did I really look that messed up? And why did he notice me in the first place when there were hundreds of better looking, more attention grabbing fans scattered around the room.

It was a mystery, but his eyes stayed on me. Endless smiles shooting my way which I finally returned. I couldn’t believe this was real, Jensen was smiling at me. He was concentrated on me.

I felt bad for lying, but I guess technically I wasn’t. I was fine, maybe not mentally but physically. And if I was freaking out before, I was definitely freaking out now.

This man, this stranger I’ve only seen on screens asked me if I was okay. He doesn’t even know how much he’s helped me or what he’s done for me, he has no idea. Yet here he was, showing love and kindness to a random girl.

Yeah, it was a small gesture to some but to me it meant the world. I’ve never been noticed, not really. Nobody’s ever asked if I was okay, nobody’s ever made sure that I was comfortable. Nobody cared.

And maybe it wasn’t a big deal to him, maybe he did this with all his fans, he probably didn’t really care either, but I swore when I locked eyes with him, I saw something. A spark. A connection.

The panel went on as it usually did, and it was amazing. Jared would tell ridiculous little stories while Jensen would add in sarcastic remarks or funny comments which only caused the crowd to laugh harder, and egg Jared on more.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way they interacted, it was so easy. So normal. It was like they were at home alone, and we were just watching through a screen. They didn’t seem nervous or scared, they seemed like they were at home. They seemed almost normal.

I kept my head slightly lower, but Jensen’s glance would sometimes fall on me, followed by a small smirk that caused my cheeks to heat up and my heart to flutter.

Quickly, it turned into a game. He’d be staring at me when I wasn’t looking, and as fast as I could I’d turn to face him. He’d smirk before looking away quickly and as soon as I turned away, I could feel his eyes back on me.

It was fun, normal, our little secret game.

I locked eyes with him once again before I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, causing me to look towards Jennifer.

She leaned in and smiled wide “Jensen keeps staring at me!”

Oh.

I could feel my heart clenching in my chest and embarrassment to fill my face.

That makes more sense. He wasn’t smiling at me. He was smiling at her. I felt like a complete idiot in this moment and I wanted to run and hide. That means he saw me constantly staring back at him, blushing like an idiot when his eyes would linger.

I could have sworn he was staring at me, but she was sitting right beside me it was an easy mistake. He must have been staring at her. Why would he be staring at me anyways?

I could feel my anxiety rising as my eyes flickered up to him, and his smile was gone. Instead, he had a look of concern spread across his face and he mouthed the same thing. “You okay?”

This time, I didn’t answer. But that was clearly directed at me this time, that I knew.

I looked back to Jennifer who looked embarrassed, staring at me with her mouth dropped open slightly. Quickly, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of my seat down the long aisle, stopping for a second to look back at the stage.

Even from all the way back to the doors, I could still see the same look across his face. Worry. Concern. Hurt.

My mind was spinning and I could barely breath. I pushed open the doors and left, pushing my way through all the tables and the crowds to get outside.

I was an idiot, a total idiot. It didn’t make sense. Why would he be staring at me? He must have known I looked rough and maybe he was doing it out of pity.

The concrete on my back felt rough but I didn’t care. I slid down the wall as tears started to break free. So stupid!

It was nothing. It was a few glances and a little bit of attention, that’s all, so why did it hurt so much when it was taken away?

Why did it feel so good when his eyes were on me, why did it feel like home?

And why did I think he actually cared.

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off those wide doors, waiting and hoping she would come back through them but she never did.

There was something strange happening, my heart actually hurt for her. I don’t even know her but I knew something was wrong.

She looked so scared at first, so panicked. I thought I helped. She was smiling. We were playing games. We had fun.

But than her neighbour talked to her and… I don’t know what happened. It was like she was told some awful news. She looked devastated. Broken.

I hope I didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept staring, I normally never do that. But there was something about her that was calling me. Something was in her eyes, a different type of light.

Something was telling me she wasn’t like the others, she was different. I know she was. Never once have I felt a connection for one specific person in an audience with hundreds of fans.

But I felt something for her. Every time she’d smile, I felt something. A connection.

It was stupid, I don’t know her.

I don’t know what the girl whispered to her, but I felt this intense need to check on her. To make sure she’s okay. I felt the need to hug her.

I needed to know her.

God, I hope she comes back.

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[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,397

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3. ⬇

Chapter 4.

Chapter 3: Complications

The next morning found her with a headache.

The first thing she felt was the weight of the blanket on her body. She frowned slightly when she realised she'd been well tucked in by someone. When she opened her eyes, she saw only the bedding and a pillow, which, upon touching, wasn't warm anymore. Tav slowly sat up, holding the blanket to her chest.

She needed a few moments to remember what exactly happened last night, and when it came back to her in full, her mouth opened to a silent scream.

I can't believe I really did it, she thought as she looked around in the lavish, expensive room. There were so much black and so much gold; she'd never been in such an expensive looking suite before. Everything smelled new; it seemed that he'd moved here recently, perhaps after his ascension to Archduke. Even the four poster bed's columns were made of gold. It was almost too much.

I shouldn't've done this, she thought, rubbing her face with her hands and giving her cheeks little pats to wake herself up properly. I'm so fucking stupid.

Tav sighed, running a hand in her hair, trying to come to terms with the fact that she really let Gortash bed her. She tentatively touched her lips, staring forward without seeing anything. It really wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't amazing. If Gortash was just another puffed up ignorant who only knew how to use someone to reach his own release, but no. It was so much worse.

As she pulled herself to the side of the bed, groaning from the thought that she had been filled well and good with his seed – probably staining his sheets, too –, she noticed a note on the nightstand on her side. It must've been him who left it there for her to read; she'd seen his precise handwriting in other letters during her adventures. She picked it up.

Onwards, my Paladin.

- Enver

Tav's heart skipped a beat. There was so much for her to unpack. Fragments of last night flashed in her mind's eye, his voice echoing in the depths of her mind.

I want to rule with you.

I want you to survive this, I want you to stay focused.

I need you.

I need you more than anyone else in my life, Tav.

Look forward and take one step at a time, with me, alright?

On top of this, the Emperor was awfully quiet. She couldn't remember if it contacted her again during the night, or after it; nothing apart from the pleasure and lust remained in her mind.

Tav bit her lower lip and brought the note he left for her to her heart.

"Gods damn you", she murmured softly as she tossed the blanket off of her body and started to search for her clothes.

They were neatly folded and placed on the armchair near the bed. Did a servant do this, or was it his doing? With a frown, she quickly got dressed and braided her hair in one plait. She didn't want to spend too much time here anymore; the others at the camp must've been anxiously waiting for her return. Most of them weren't sure that they should let her come here alone. She'd have tons to explain, now. Groaning at the prospect, she silently left the palace; Gortash's note hidden in one of her inner pockets, close to her heart.

This particular morning in Baldur's Gate was loud. People were busy walking to shops or to work, and it didn't help Tav's headache the slightest. What was even worse that she could feel that the Steel Watch was positively watching her; noticing how the machines turned their heads every time she bypassed one of them, she couldn't help but wonder if Enver kept his eyes on her. Strangely, it made her feel safe.

"Bah!" She scoffed at the thought before she stopped at a stall to buy a few apples and some bread for herself for breakfast.

It was so hard to concentrate on anything else but the truth that she was definitely compromised. She should've been more focused, harder to sway, but he lured her in so fast – he almost didn't even need to try. His words and closeness and especially, warmth was all she needed after how Astarion… how he…

Tav walked faster before she started to run. She didn't feel safe out there, alone, not even in broad daylight. Daylight would never protect her from the vampire who once claimed he loved her.

Who said she'd regret leaving him.

At the camp, only Gale was awake. The rest of the camp was mostly silent as it was still very early. She offered a smile to the wizard who spotted her at once, returning her smile immediately. She eased up a bit; if Gale was around, then she was safe. As he walked over to her, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, though. She sat down on a bench and picked out the apple from her bag.

"Good morning", Gale offered, sitting beside her. His eyes radiated warmth at her, though, they seemed a bit more inquisitive than usual. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good", Tav replied, hoping not to discuss where she'd been last night. "How're you?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"And the others?"

"Nothing special. Karlach spent half of the evening playing fetch with Scratch."

"Mm."

Tav rubbed the apple against her shirt to clean it before she bit into it. Her headache seemed to pass now, that she knew she was back at safety. With Gale on her side, nothing could harm her. Not even… not even…

"I see you've had an… adventurous night", Gale remarked gently which caused Tav to furrow her brows.

"What do you mean?" She asked when she swallowed the bite. Gale's eyes dropped to her neck and she suddenly started to panic. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure how should I put this", Gale looked flustered for a moment as he looked away from her, an uncertain smile playing around his lips – but his eyes looked distant, almost… hurt. "You're sporting a few hickeys. Not like I'm judging, of course! I'm sure you had, hmm, fun, last night."

She was glad she swallowed that bite of the apple because imagining herself with hickeys on her neck, left there by Gortash himself, would've made her choke. Flustered, she shot to her feet and stormed away in her tent – ironically, next to Gale's after someone left that spot –, and she was rummaging around for a mirror to see.

"No, no, no, no", she whined as she saw those dark, black hickeys on both sides of her neck. As red as the setting sun, Tav buried her face in the bedroll on the ground before she let out a long, embarrassed whine. She paraded through the city like this; it was no wonder now that the people who saw her smiled at her so broadly. "I'm going to kill him", she muttered to herself before she pushed herself up and tried to find something to cover herself up with it.

Covered with a silk scarf, she joined Gale anew. Sitting beside him, he smiled at her, and she returned the gesture with a tired look and a grumpy expression.

"Sooo", he wriggled a little on the bench beside her. "You're not going to tell me what happened? Who was the lucky one?"

Tav imagined Gale's face if she told him the truth. Oh I let the Chosen of Bane rail me good last night. The thought was funny, sure, she would've cherished Gale's expression to that for years to come, but she didn't want to break his heart again.

She already did once. Because of Astarion. Gale fell in love with her first; and perhaps, his love for her was more pure than how she believed the vampire loved her. Tav often wondered why didn't she give Gale a chance; he was handsome, clever, reliable… if, perhaps, a bit way too good for her taste.

"I can't remember much", she shrugged, "I remember leaving Gortash's palace after dinner, though. I went to a tavern, got drunk and there was a girl, but then… all is blank."

"Ah, well", Gale still looked hurt, and she hated herself for it. Had she thought herself good enough for him, she would've told him to let's try it. But the truth was… especially now, that she was an Oathbreaker… she really thought he deserved much, much better than her. "Did the negotiations go well with Gortash?"

"We haven't discussed much apart from our next step. Which is killing Orin. For that, we should find her lair first, and I think I know where we can start looking."

"Do you really trust Gortash?" Gale furrowed his brows as he glanced at her, the warmth in his eyes soothing her soul. "Do you think he won't betray us if we get the other Netherstone?"

"I believe he doesn't have a reason to turn against us", Tav shrugged. "That's better than nothing, right?"

"Wrong", Karlach's voice growled from behind them, and Tav glanced back at her over her shoulder. "Gortash needed no reason to betray me, and he did it anyway. I say we crush his skull after we're finished with Orin."

Tav tensed. She could feel Gale looked at her face the moment he heard what Karlach was saying, and she was quick to erase every emotion from her features.

"We've had our fair share of others dealing with devils", Tav motioned at Wyll's direction. The man was still asleep; he needn't wake up early that day. "We'll never know what Zariel told him to get you in her hands."

"I have my doubts he was thrust into a situation like Wyll, if that's what you're getting at", Karlach moved to the bench beside Tav and sat down herself. "What's with that scarf, soldier?"

"Ah, nothing-"

Karlach furrowed her brows as Tav busied herself biting from her apple again. Her inquisitive gaze made Tav's skin crawl.

"You're not having a sore throat, are you?"

"Nah", Tav waved Karlach off, "don't care about it. It's fine."

Karlach was faster than Tav. Always have been. She reached out at the speed of light and grabbed the scarf, yanking it low enough for her to see those black marks on Tav's neck.

In response, Tav flailed, her half eaten apple flew across the camp and her bag fell on the ground.

"HICKEYS?!?"

Karlach's yell would've woken the dead. Tav was rapidly filled with dread.

"Gods Karlach, please-"

"You have HICKEYS on your neck??"

"Shut up!!" Tav hissed. "You'll wake up everyone!"

"Who-" Karlach at least, lowered her voice to a whisper, "who did it?" There was a beat of uncertainty before the tiefling's eyes darkened. She was observing Tav for quite a while now, and she learned how to read her well. "Gods, tell me it wasn't Gortash!"

Tav closed her eyes for a few seconds. She definitely didn't think last night, when she let him take her in his bed. This was the worst case scenario in her mind. She was in hell. A hell of her own making, at that.

"You think Gortash would look at me that way?" She waved it off and laughed. But her own words stung like a thousand bees. "Pah! And you think I'd let him bed me? Do you think of me so low?"

Karlach stared in her eyes for a long moment before she started to laugh.

"No, I can't imagine you letting him touch you."

This should've brought Tav comfort.

It did not.

The upcoming few days passed in a slug's pace. They've descended into the sewers and spent a considerable amount of time trying to find Bhaalists, with little to no success. They've only blundered into a few assassins who were searching for Tav in turn; they stood no chance, of course. When they emerged from the ground at last, they decided to spend a night in a tavern where they had access to a bath so they'd be finally clean again. Tav spent at least an hour scrubbing herself clean, going over everything in her mind about what they've found.

Bloody Bhaalists. They've hidden their temple well, but she will find it. She must.

When she walked downstairs to join the others for a drink or two, though, she was approached by a Steel Watcher. The construct looked even bigger in a crowded tavern.

"Citizen", it declared in it's usual monotone voice, drawing the attention of the other patrons to them immediately, "Archduke Enver Gortash requires your immediate presence."

"Requires my immediate presence?" Tav echoed, crossing her arms on her chest with a frown. "Whatever for?"

"You must depart and meet Archduke Enver Gortash immediately. Please, comply."

Of course. The stupid machine was just delivering the message, and Tav was sure there was no way she could say 'no' if the damned Archduke of the city wanted her. She was sure that the machine would simply drag her across half the city if she did not comply. With a huff, she turned to the others. Karlach was sour in the past few days underground; her engine started to overheat, and she was glad to be back on the surface to enjoy the hustle and bustle. Now, hearing the news that Gortash wanted to see her friend again, she looked even grumpier – as always, when the man was mentioned.

This gave her an idea.

"Alright", she nodded, "let me grab my backpack."

"You won't be away for all night again, will you?" Wyll asked her as she bypassed him.

"Only if I need a strong drink and a pair of even stronger arms to lull me to sleep", Tav sighed, "in which case… if you can't find me here in the tavern in the morning, I'm probably at Sharess's Caress."

Getting herself an alibi about where she's spending the night if not here, up front, seemed like a good idea… if things turned out differently than how she planned them.

If only she hadn't seen the look with which Gale was staring at the prices, written on a piece of paper on the wall in front of him – which he visibly didn't even see.

[ellissay-morningstar]

DWC November 2023, Day 7, Dream/Sting

Ellissay tossed and turned in her sleep. Dark images filled her mind, and voices she could not quite make out jumbled in her head.

She bolted upright in bed, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She pants, trying to catch her breath. Yet another dream.

She sighs heavily and swings her body out from beneath the heavy blankets, sitting her feet on the hardwood floor. She just sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to calm herself when she hears voices.

Voices? As in more than one.

She slowly stands up and pads her way across the room, trying not to be heard. She moves toward the door, where she can listen to the voices more clearly.

"What are you doing here? You can't be here?" She could make out Shiloh's voice; he sounded upset and frustrated as he spoke to the mystery person.

A woman's voice spoke back. "Shy, did you really think I was not going to find out where you were. You have been missing for days. I thought you were dead. I practically put out a manhunt to find you." The woman's voice was emotional, and she could practically hear the tears in her tone.

For a moment, everything got quiet, and then the woman spoke again. "Come on out, Ellissay. You are clearly awake, and your emotions are so strong you are giving me a headache."

Ellissay hesitates momentarily, then huffs slightly and makes her way into the living area, where the two are standing before the fireplace.

She didn't ask, but as soon as she saw the woman, it was clear who she was. Same blonde hair, same blue eyes. His sister.

The woman turns from Shiloh toward her as soon as she enters the room and purses her lips together. "You have caused quite the fuss. I had to go through quite a bit to clean up the mess you two have made."

Ellissay blinks, her mouth falling open momentarily before she catches herself. "Excuse me?" She wasn't sure what else to say to this woman standing there, looking exasperated with her matter-of-fact tone.

Elu shakes her head, her tone berating. "You aren't excused, not even close. You almost got my brother killed, almost undone years of work and progress, and for what a few measly coins. I would have paid you double, hell, triple what SI:7 paid you. I thought you were a smart woman…"

Ellissay felt shocked, the woman's words hitting her like a ton of bricks after everything that had happened.

Shiloh steps in between the women. "Enough, Elu. She didn't know, and we could have prevented all of this if you had just gone to her and recruited her to start with instead of letting SI:7 get to her first." He looks at Ellissay with an apologetic look and sighs heavily.

His sister, Elu, shakes her head and huffs slightly but doesn't disagree with his words. "We can argue about this later. We have to move."

Elu turns toward Ellissay. "I've already spoken to your aunt, and she is keeping a watch out for me, but we need to move now. Get your stuff together…"

"No. I don't know who you are, and you could be lying about my aunt. For all I know, you have hurt her or taken her hostage, or god knows what." Ellissay looked from the woman to Shiloh. "This is insane. You can't expect me just to believe everything she is saying."

"Then, believe me." Even if Ellissay didn't remember the woman's voice, which she did, she would recognize the deep, rich blue hair that came into view. She runs up and hugs the woman she has not seen in many moon cycles. "Whisper!"

The woman hugs her tightly, whispering in her ear. "It will be alright, but you must go. I will explain everything when I have a chance. Trust me, little bug."

Ellissay pulls back and nods, tears coming to her eyes at the term of endearment the woman had called her. She quickly rushes to dress and gather her belongings.

When she returns, the room is empty, and the fire has been put out in the fireplace. The door stands open, and she can see others mounted, ready to leave. She moved out the door and closed it, locking it up and leaving the key in the mailbox where she knew the owner would find it.

She calls for her own mount. Once mounted, everyone starts taking to the sky. She isn't even sure where they are headed, but she follows behind Whisper, who seems to have stayed with the group. There are several others, one or two she recognizes, though she doesn't recall their names and a few she doesn't know. She realized they were spread out in a formation, clearly keeping those inside it safe.

From what, she wonders, or perhaps from whom? Clearly, she had pissed off the wrong people. What had she gotten herself into?

@daily-writing-challenge

[phantasoba]

TIME LOOP

It was New Year's Eve, and the Grimm household was packed.

Granny Relda had decided to throw a new year's party and invite all of their friends, and most of them accepted the invite. So naturally, the house was full of laughing people and general merriment.

Puck reveled in the potential for chaos this gave him. With so many people crowding the space, he could pull a number of pranks flawlessly. And that was exactly what he did.

Unfortunately, the eldest of the Grimm sisters caught on before he finished setting up his fourth prank. It was going to be a glop grenade under the sofa cushions, but Sabrina snatched it away from him before he could add it to the mechanism.

"Really? These again?" She asked, disappointment evident in her tone. Puck grinned.

"Never gets old," he quipped, trying to grab it from her. She kept it out of his reach, her face scrunched up into a scowl. He definitely didn't think it was cute, not at all.

"Can't you be good for one night?" She grumbled, slipping through a cluster of princesses and tossing the weapon into the trash before disappearing once more into the crowd. He was almost sad to see her go.

Puck would mourn the carelessly discarded device later (it took him hours of work to make those things). But all was not lost. The fairy boy still had tons of tricks and plots up his sleeves, one of which would be a perfect way to get back at the eldest Grimm girl. While he slipped through the chatting people, he tripped over a foot that he hadn't seen. As he fell, he reached out for the owner of the foot, fully intending to bring them down with him.

He found himself grabbing at Sabrina's sleeve, pulling her on top of him as his back hit the table behind him. Whatever had been on the table fell to the floor and someone shouted in surprise.

Morgan Le Fey stood over them, her pretty face red with anger. "Look what you've done!" She fumed, pointing to the floor next to the knocked over table. The Wonder clock lay beside the two entangled teens, and one of the hands was bent in a way it clearly wasn't supposed to be. "Damage like this could be catastrophic."

Puck sat up quickly, pushing an annoyed looking Sabrina off of him. She hit his shoulder and pointed to the fallen clock.

"Look what you did! I bet you're proud of yourself." She huffed. Puck scowled at her.

"None of this would've happened if you didn't trip me!" He fired back.

"Trip you? I never tripped you." Sabrina shouted, getting up and dusting herself off. They had gained the attention of many of the partygoers, who were watching the scene with either surprise or disappointment. Granny Relda looked at the scene with a sigh.

"Lieblings, what happened this time?" she asked, offering Puck a hand which he swatted away as he got up on his own. Sabrina explained what happened, starting with her disposing the glop grenade. Relda nodded and turned to apologize to Morgan. 

Puck and Sabrina glared at each other, one with her arms crossed over her chest and the other with his hands buried in the pockets of his ratty green hoodie. Daphne, the younger of the sisters Grimm, ran up to Sabrina. The little girl's hair was pulled into her usual messy pigtails, but a glittery headband with plastic numbers was also shoved on top.

"It's almost midnight!" She cheered. Upon looking at the nearest clock (aside from the busted wonder clock), they could see she was right. Jacob Grimm was the one to start the countdown, the rest of the guests soon joining in.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One-"

Puck was sitting by his bedroom door, listening to the Grimms set up the house for the New Year's party. He had been hiding in his room for fear of getting asked to help with the preparations. 

But that wasn't right... The New Year's party had already happened, hadn't it? Last he remembered they had just finished the countdown. So what was he doing here?

 The boy fairy threw his door open and flew into the hall. He ran into Daphne first, the little girl still wearing her glittery headband. "Hey Marshmallow," he greeted, landing on the floor softly. He was about to ask about the party, when Veronica Grimm appeared.

"Daphne, you're not supposed to wear the headband until tonight." she reprimanded her daughter. Then she rounded on Puck. "Aren't you supposed to be helping set up? The party's gonna start soon, we need all the help we can get." 

Puck made a gagging sound. "Sorry mama Grimm, no can do. It's against my policy as a villain and certified slacker to engage in 'work'." he explained, his transparent pink wings popping out of his back and lifting him off the ground. As he turned around, a peeved Sabrina slammed her door open and stomped out of her room. Her brow furrowed when she saw Puck.

"You're not supposed to be out here yet." she muttered, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to her room. Once inside, she shut the door and glared at him.

"I know you can't keep your hands off of me, but this is a bit extreme." Puck commented, a crooked smirk pulling at his lips. Sabrina's ears went red, and she punched him in the shoulder.

"This is all your fault!" she grumbled. Puck cocked an eyebrow at this.

"Ya gotta be more specific, Grimm. There's a lot of vile things that I'm responsible for."

"How many times have you lived through the New Year's party?" she demanded, poking him in the chest. As much as he wanted to deny the weird reset and pretend that she was going crazy, he wanted answers as much as she did. So he told her everything he remembered, being sure to insult her while explaining. Sabrina was quiet for a moment.

"So, after breaking the Wonder clock, we were sent twelve hours into the past." she said thoughtfully. 

"How do you know that it was twelve hours?" Puck asked, catching himself before revealing how amazed he was at her detective skills. Sabrina gave him a disappointed look.

"I looked at a clock, gasbag." she deadpanned. Then added "and the original use of the clock was to send people back twelve hours anyway." Puck laughed, but he wasn't sure what he found entertaining. Maybe it was the way Sabrina downplayed her own brilliance, but there was no way he would ever admit it.

"So, what now? Are we just stuck in a loop?" He asked. Sabrina shrugged.

"If the clock got reset too, then we just need to make sure it doesn't get broken again. Besides that, we can just enjoy the party as normal."

Puck liked to see Sabrina so sure of her planning capabilities, which was something that didn't happen often (another thing he would never admit to).

The rest of the day went the same way it did before the time loop, up until the party, that is. Puck and Sabrina had agreed to regroup and watch over the clock in turns, hopefully keeping attention off of them and their mission. However, this meant that Sabrina had forbade Puck from pulling any pranks, which he reluctantly agreed to.

("Besides," she had told him. "if we don't fix this, no one will remember them anyway.")

They made it to the countdown without incident, and just as they reached the last twenty seconds, Puck threw his arm around Sabrina's shoulder with a grin.

"We did it," he laughed. In truth, he wanted to hug her, but this was as far as he would allow himself to go. "I can almost see us being a great team, dogface." Sabrina gave him a playful glare and tried to duck out from under his arm.

"Eleven!"

"In your dreams, stinkpot."

"Ten!"

Sabrina tried to take a step back, hoping no one would notice how red her face probably was, and tripped over her own feet.

"Nine!" 

She fell backward, Puck noticed too late.

"Eight!"

Her back made contact with the small table with the wonder clock resting on it, Puck was reaching out to catch her.

"Seven!"

Sabrina was in pain, Puck leaned over her.

"Six!"

The wonder clock lay next to them, one of its hands snapped clean off.

"Five!"

"Are you okay, Grimm?" Puck asked.

"Four!" 

Sabrina didn't give a verbal answer, only nodded with a wince.

"Three!"

"We're gonna have to do this again, huh?" she groaned.

"Two!"

"Yep. But at least I'm stuck with you, and not some insufferable troll." Puck commented.

"One!"

"Even if you look like one." He added quickly. But he was too late, as he was already back in his bedroom, listening to the Grimm family set up for the party that he had already attended twice. He cringed at himself, knowing full well that all she heard was the compliment portion of his statement. 

Despite the warmth he felt gather at his face, he pushed his door open and made a beeline for Sabrina's door, throwing it open as soon as he reached it. Inside he found Sabrina and Daphne sitting on their bed, Daphne sitting behind her sister with a hairbrush.

"Alright slimeball, we need a different approach." he declared, ignoring how Sabrina glared at him and Daphne's look of confusion. He couldn't quite bring himself to look at Sabrina, but if he had, he would've seen her bright red face and the angry scowl that he had grown to love.

"Yeah, we got so close last time." she grumbled. 

"Yeah, until you tripped over your big feet." Puck grinned. 

"What are you two talking about? Did you finally confess or something?" Daphne teased, though her eyes still sparkled with ill-hidden curiosity. "You two should kiss at midnight!" she cheered. Sabrina twisted her body around so she could hit her sister across the head (lightly of course). Puck on the other hand, was howling with laughter.

"Is that really a thing?" he asked, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "Kissing at midnight?" Daphne nodded and explained the tradition. This totally didn't give the young king of Faerie any ideas regarding the hot headed blonde he had grown to appreciate.

"Anyway," Sabrina huffed. "We need a new plan." She and Puck shared a look, making the little girl whine at them, demanding them to let her in on whatever secret they were hiding. Once they were done explaining, she wrinkled up her nose, seemingly more confused than before.

"Why don't you just ask Morgan to leave the clock in another room or something?" she asked. Sabrina was dumbfounded, how had she not thought of that? Puck, however, just laughed at Sabrina's expression.

"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Grimm!" he teased.

"I am the smart one!" she fumed. "I just haven't slept for the past twenty or so hours!"

"Excuses," Puck waved his hand dismissively. "sleep is for the weak."

Now equipped with Daphne's seemingly obvious plan, the trio went about the rest of the day the same way they had the other two times they had done, Puck hiding out in his room while the sisters helped set up. Once guests started arriving, all three stayed by the door to wait for Morgan to arrive. When she did, they explained their dilemma to her, and she allowed them to move the clock to a safer place than a rickety side table.

The rest of the party was a blur. Then the familiar countdown began, and all of the guests gathered around the small TV to count down with it.

"Ten!"

Puck looked around. Sabrina wasn't too far away from where he was standing.

"Nine!"

He thought about the silly little tradition that Daphne had brought up.

"Eight!"

He thought about how this was the last time they would have to attend this party.

"Seven!"

He wondered if Sabrina would punch him if he kissed her again.

"Six!" 

He wondered if he would mind being punched again.

"Five!"

It wouldn't be pleasant, but he could bear it.

"Four!"

His wings popped out of his back and began to flutter.

"Three!"

"Hey Grimm!" he called to her.

"Two!"

She turned to face him, confusion on her face.

"One!"

He swooped over, kissing her quickly. This time, they didn't reset to twelve hours earlier. This time, Puck could hear Daphne squeal with excitement and see her bite her palm. This time, Puck was there when Sabrina lightly slapped his cheek, her face red but grinning.

This time, they had made it to the new year.